第八天:一张旧照片 Day 8: An Old Photo of Me

Gangsta girls in their ride, with a doll

Gangsta girls in their ride, with a doll (my dad’s title for this gem)

I decided a day off from exclusively Chinese-related content was in order, and digging through my external hard drives, I stumbled upon childhood photos my dad scanned, saved to a thumb drive and handed off to my sister Deanna to carry with her across the Pacific on her first visit to China. I wanted to share images from my childhood with ZJ.

This photo of my sisters and I from 1996 is in a limo; we are on our way to the airport, headed to Las Vegas. Yes, you read that correctly. This accidental family vacation occurred because my dad attended a flooring convention, and it happened to be taking place in the City of Sin.

What I do remember from that trip is staying at the Luxor, an Egyptian-themed casino and hotel with statues of Pharaohs and sphinxes at every turn. I also recall the matching blue Old Navy windbreakers my sisters and I wore throughout the trip.

And I rode one of my very first roller coasters at the New York New York hotel and casino. My youngest sister Deanna was not pleased that she could not go on the roller coaster, because of age or height restrictions. We spent most of that trip with my mom as the convention kept my dad busy.

I did not choose this picture to reminisce in detail about the trip but to display an image of a “bygone era,” at least in my lifetime. An old photo, even when I have only existed for 26 years, should conjure up the 90s, the time when my coming of age story budded.

Note my appearance, as well as my sisters. The hats, patterns, and even the limo’s upholstery all scream late 90s. This photo reminded me of my journaling and diary writing days (I’m holding a hardcover journal with a ballerina prancing on the cover). I loved preserving memories in this way, recounting a day in my life, and gasp, telling my diary about my latest crush. Unfortunately, I do not know what became of these books (I suspect snooping was involved and thus decided to withdraw from a life of scribbling away).

You may also notice the doll on my lap. That’s Marissa 2. She was my American Girl doll, made especially to look like me, hence the name. She went nearly everywhere with me, but yet I distinctly remember she slept in her own bed, eerily resembling a chest or coffin, take your pick. She was also far more fashionable and high maintenance; I changed her clothes several times a day. It seems odd to mention such belongings, and to remember these minute details, but that is memory for you. It is not only fickle, but retrieves the oddest details.

When I look back on old photos like this one, I am reminded of how simple life was; I would not object to going back to that time, living more carefree, without the worries brought on by “adulting.”

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Do you have an old photo where you do not recall the circumstances surrounding said photo, such as where it was taken, but you can retrieve odd or minute details, related, or somewhat related to that old photo? Written and visual responses are equally welcomed!  

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