So today I decided to do some rifling around in the various boxes in my room containing junk I cannot bear to throw away. Amongst the New Found Glory patches, horoscope clippings, and candle wax statues, I found a variety of objects and items that I felt the need to share with you.
These are pair of Barbie ballerina slippers I received for my 15th birthday. The sad thing is...they fit me. Albeit in a "if I were to wear them too long my feet would resemble that of a 19th century Chinese prostitute's."
Here we have a variety of class pictures. The first is hideous 8th grade Keiran, followed by fashion challenged 6th grade Keiran (wearing a Lmt. Too dress), followed by dressed entirely in blue 3rd grade and friend Antoine, and finally 7th grade Keiran (who though it was cool to wear shirts from the H&M toddler department). Notice in photos 2 and 4 that my feet dangle precariously off of my chair, not quite hitting the floor.
These next images are from my snaggle toothed days. An x-ray and plaster mold of the chompers that scared my reflection for about 2 years.
This here is 6 year old Keiran's passport photo. Within the 5 years that I had this passport validated I went to Brazil and the Bahamas.