"Someone from my high school just put this 6th grade photo up on FB recently. Frightening blast from the past. I am the one entirely unrecognizable as a female, bottom row, 3rd from the right, sporting that spiffy dark turtleneck. And I wondered why when shopping with my mom shopkeepers would say to me 'Little boy, your older sister sure is beautiful.' Which did not thrill me, but my mother sure loved to be mistaken for my older sister...
"For what it's worth, the early 70s was a time of regrettable everything: clothes, hairstyles, music, home decor. I think the psychedelics so commonly used back then had an adverse affect on style in general. Perhaps I was wise beyond my years going for the all-neutral Pat-the-Androgenous-One look LOL." --Jenny
"I grew up in Poland and the first photo is a passport photo from 1981. I'm wearing a red velvet vest (which had a matching, floor-length skirt!)." --Kate
"On Easter, my mother would dress me in a 'pretty' dress for the occasion. I was a bit of a tomboy and didn't exactly appreciate her taste in Sunday dresses, which is perhaps the reason for the big, bulky black shoes -- I probably thought they were cool. The color is atrocious and the big, blouson sleeves of my dress are so typical nineties -- definitely not my finest time! As I was the eldest child, my mother was far stricter with me than with my younger siblings as they were growing up, and she gave me absolutely no input into my clothes or hairstyle: the reason for the huge, badly cut curtains-style haircut. She doesn't seem to have cared that I looked like a boy in a dress!" -Emma
"This picture was taken when I was about 12 yrs old in Washington, IL. I have very naturally curly hair plus I had birthmarks, one of which was on on scalp so my hair was white in the front. Because of this "streak" in my hair people called me 'Skunk' or 'Pepe Le Pew'...... not the best nicknames to have to grow up with." --Teri
