Where do I even begin with this one? I was organizing my home office today, a project I've been working on (and mostly not working on), for about six months, when this gem surfaced:
The year was 1990. I was a freshman at Clearwater Central Catholic. My brother was getting head shots -- you know, as 10 year old boys do. Naturally, I wanted in on the action. So my Mom took me to Rita's Hair Salon, where I got some of my first blonde highlights, and some fabulous permed bangs.
We proceeded to go with the professional photographer to the park, where Ryan and I frolicked on the tire swing. (Way different than our usual activities of dressing up like the publc access Country Time Cloggers and dancing around Southridge Drive. I mean a tire swing? Have you ever met us? Even then we were not the type to mess up our hair in such a fashion. But we were going for the coveted JCPenny's child model demographic, or something to that affect.)
Well, one became a famed Broadway star. The other, a member of the Largo Mall Teen Board, sporting the latest Dress Barn Looks on the "runway" of the AMC Theater. Don't hate.