When I first saw this prompt, I wanted to write something funny and clever. No doubt, all those old school portraits virtually demand it. However, it struck me just as instantly that my school pictures inherently cause me to wince. They make my insides turn, and generally make me feel sad. Mostly, I feel sad because there are so few school pictures, of me. They just don’t exist, because my life was not picture perfect.
I’m sure I’ve belabored this point, or been evasive, or maudlin at times, but things just weren’t what they may have seemed from the outside. Frankly, I often wonder what it really looked like from the outside… to other adults, who knew what it should look like.