And now you know why I threw out all my high school yearbooks, which were from the years 1977 through 1980. But in the interests of making sure everyone knows how horrible the Seventies were, here’s a photo of me and my sister at the beach in April 1974.
Our parents decided to throw us a joint birthday party at Crandon Park Beach (my birthday is in May, my sister’s in March), which meant they could sit around and drink beer and highballs with all the other parents while we kids played on the beach. So they rented a bus and trucked us all over to Key Biscayne. My friends and I tried to swim to the sandbar and I almost drowned, and I developed a terrible sunburn. (As you can see, I was as pale as the sand. I’ve always been like that.)
Oh, and that polka-dotted green-and-white horror I’m wearing? I loved that thing. It was made of some sort of towel material, and zipped up the front. My sister is the Indian-looking girl (because she’s an American Indian) standing next to me in the more-tasteful black bikini. This was before I got my top set of braces.
And if you want to know if I developed a better fashion sense in the 80s…
The answer to that question would be “no.”
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December 21st, 2008 at 6:49 am
I got rid of mine, too, although the final one featured a photo or two of me on the local TV station’s high school quiz show and since that was doubtless my only Appearance on the Medium I had saved it. Ask me what the state motto of California is: but I got it wrong when it counted, alas, ha.
December 21st, 2008 at 8:40 am
I love your green polka dot dress with the wide white cinch belt too, You look adorable. Your sister is a cute kid too, but black bikinis on children are obscene.
December 21st, 2008 at 9:57 am
I’m surprised my parents let her wear that. In fact, I’m surprised that they had black bikinis for kids back then. I wonder if it was actually dark blue — the picture is washed out and faded and I adjusted the color some so it might be a tad off. She did like to wear a lot of black when she was older, though. Not that she was a goth — her favorite singer was Rod Stewart, she was always more of a disco kid.