Prep for Back-to-School with a Trip Down Memory Lane

Here's a picture of me and my future wife in college the year that we met. (Don't judge.)

I remember that my mom and dad both went back to LSU for a second degree and we would all do homework at the dining room table together. I was much, much older when I found out that other people's parents didn't go to school and do homework!

I have always loved the color pink and kept a bow in my hair.  This was also around the time that I began drawing out of the Sunday newspaper funnies.

Here is my slick daddy perm photo from sixth-grade. I was my at-home beautician mother's test subject for most of those years. In those days I was a breakdancing fanatic with my own rolled up linoleum sheet that could be used at any moment for a breakdance battle.

I was six-years-old here, first-grade probably. I remember we would go to Fun Fair Park or my cousin's house during the summertime to play. Since I was the oldest girl I was always showing my younger sisters and cousins how cool and grown up I was by doing stuff like holding this duck even though I was probably legit terrified.

I mainly remember being excited about the monogrammed backpack, and I don’t think I loved my shoes.

I remember getting giant Pixie Sticks (approx. 2 feet long) from our teacher, being a committed gamer to my SpongeBob Game Boy and a devoted mother to my many stuffed animals.

First day of school ... wasn't feeling it. I really haven't changed since then – I still have the same style.