Alexandra Bogdanovic's Blog: That's life... - Posts Tagged "high-school"
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I got a nice surprise last week. It came from my accountant's office and arrived via certified mail.
There was no letter, just a small envelope containing 23 photographs documenting the first two decades of my life.
Now those of you who haven't read my memoir are probably wondering why on earth my accountant would have any photos of me at all. So to clarify, my accountant is also my former brother-in-law. And since his parents have both passed away, I can only guess that he found the photos while going through their old belongings. I sincerely doubt that Adam would have held on to them for any reason.
At any rate, going through the photos was... I don't know... interesting? Fun in some ways, sad in others. Some made me smile, some made me laugh. Some made me wish things had been different. Some made me realize that things will never be the same.
There I am at just three months old. All decked out in a pretty white dress and totally enthralled by a pink stuffed elephant. And there I am again at 18 months. From what Mom says, I'm sitting against a stone pillar at the Cloisters... but she can't explain why I look so serious.
Other photos are clearly labeled. One is marked May 27, 1978... so I would have been nine. I'm with my Uncle David at the Rockefeller Observatory, but I can't honestly say I remember the outing.
More photos, different glimpses of my childhood. At the beach, with everything buried in sand except my head; looking at seashell; perched atop a rock wall; wrapped in a beach towel with long hair parted in the middle and loosely brushed into ponytails. Holding Panda, my neighbor's tiny black and white puppy and no doubt wishing I could have a dog. A tomboy in a tree.
Fast forward to my teens. Arms raised in triumph after a high school soccer tournament. With Dad at Christmas and Easter. My senior yearbook picture capturing a smart, pretty girl with a brilliant future, but no confidence.
College graduation four years later. Me still in my black gown with my friend Tula, brimming with happiness and anxious to take on the world.
Ice hockey and training camp. Following my passion and living my dreams. There's me with Mick Vukota, Jamie McLennan and Dan Plante. Now those were the days...
Until next time, "That's life..."
There was no letter, just a small envelope containing 23 photographs documenting the first two decades of my life.
Now those of you who haven't read my memoir are probably wondering why on earth my accountant would have any photos of me at all. So to clarify, my accountant is also my former brother-in-law. And since his parents have both passed away, I can only guess that he found the photos while going through their old belongings. I sincerely doubt that Adam would have held on to them for any reason.
At any rate, going through the photos was... I don't know... interesting? Fun in some ways, sad in others. Some made me smile, some made me laugh. Some made me wish things had been different. Some made me realize that things will never be the same.
There I am at just three months old. All decked out in a pretty white dress and totally enthralled by a pink stuffed elephant. And there I am again at 18 months. From what Mom says, I'm sitting against a stone pillar at the Cloisters... but she can't explain why I look so serious.
Other photos are clearly labeled. One is marked May 27, 1978... so I would have been nine. I'm with my Uncle David at the Rockefeller Observatory, but I can't honestly say I remember the outing.
More photos, different glimpses of my childhood. At the beach, with everything buried in sand except my head; looking at seashell; perched atop a rock wall; wrapped in a beach towel with long hair parted in the middle and loosely brushed into ponytails. Holding Panda, my neighbor's tiny black and white puppy and no doubt wishing I could have a dog. A tomboy in a tree.
Fast forward to my teens. Arms raised in triumph after a high school soccer tournament. With Dad at Christmas and Easter. My senior yearbook picture capturing a smart, pretty girl with a brilliant future, but no confidence.
College graduation four years later. Me still in my black gown with my friend Tula, brimming with happiness and anxious to take on the world.
Ice hockey and training camp. Following my passion and living my dreams. There's me with Mick Vukota, Jamie McLennan and Dan Plante. Now those were the days...
Until next time, "That's life..."
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