My last night in BC, I went through some old photo albums with Mom. I was looking for a wedding photo of her and dad to put in our family table (we have a glass-topped table with a drawer underneath that we have a set of family photographs in).

As I was leafing through the albums, I came across one that left me short of breath: yearly photos of me from 6 months to 21. The early photos are, obviously, very cute. I was a moderately attractive child.

Then puberty hit.

From 13 to 19, I was a complete and total adolescent trainwreck. Seriously - I even had hints of the really bad Pedro mustache.

Things started looking up again at 20, but at 21 I had.... a mullet. I had forgotten about that, and I think at the time even refused to admit to myself that I did (I was growing my hair out, okay? It's hard not to have a mullet during the early growing stage). I was also still shockingly thin at 21, something which I have since (over)remedied.

And no, I don't plan on scanning the photos. :)