The peak of my recent family visit is going through photo albums with mom. We have a lot of laughters at 20-something old hairstyles and sometimes we get emotional seeing pictures of family members who can’t be with us anymore.
As we checked my kindergarten pictures mom told many stories – I wasn’t an easy child, she had to pick my next day outfit every evening to make sure my panties match the socks – ok, you can’t start early enough, right? While laughing at this like crazy, mom made a point as she wants to see my face if my daughter will be a real mini me, how I will cope with her .
So here are some pictures and stories from my past….who counts how many years old. I took photos with my phone of these actual photos so any blurred lines are due to bad iphone quality and not the hands of time.
This is my very first picture where I am literally invisible – in my mom’s belly (look at her hot body though!). Back in the social era mom got holiday vouchers so we always went to the same resort – a simply lake with swimming pools. Hardly we heard of the sea of foreigh countries but we neither missed it. Actually I really plan to revisit this place for a bit of nostalgy! I remember clearly the bees I usually stepped into barefoot, the continuous skin burns and the wild plums we took on the streets.
Speaking of holiday, once mom won a voucher to the “Hungarian sea” , lake Balaton where I felt such a hipster during an enterntainment programme for kids: music is on and kids go around chairs (one less than the actual number of participants) and when the music stops suddently, you have to sit on a chair. The kid without chair drops out – watch out who is the only who already places her hand over the chairs.
You may not know but I used to play the piano for long-long years, for a while I was convinced to continue my music carreer. This picture was taken at one of the music exams and though bad memories fade away with time, I still feel the taste of my tears. In a pre-exam period it was normal to do 8 hours practice per day and still my piano teacher was often upset with me. Once she wrote a note about me to my parents: “There must be a slave driver next to you to make you work harder”. I cried reading this but of course by now it is only a funny note.
When I was not pursuing my music carreer, I was sure to become a vet. First it started with a parrot (you guess who cleaned the cage? Sure thing, my mom!) then dogs came to my life and ever since I have a neverending affection for these four-legged wonders. Here I pose with Csuti, my dachsund who was such a sweet dog, even let me to put him in a baby carriage! (n.b. my neon yellow sweatpants – epic!)
My hair may be dyed but I was born real blonde – here is the evidence. Look at that Vogue pose at the kindergarten photoshooting and the hardcore party rockstar with that soda in my hand. The third picture is from the last year of my primary school album.
And here come the real fashion crimes – short hair or old style updo, you name it. The picture where I am with the microphone was taken at a wedding where I sang as after the piano I switched to singing classes. My biggest performance was in front of 5,000 people!
Last but not least – the ones who are the most important for me! Who do I take after more – mom or dad?