In chronological order:
I must have been four here.
A little bit older than four. Possibly almost six?
Ah. The ballerina days. Around eight or nine.
Well. Me at 15. D:
16 and at a dunking booth doing my prefect duty to raise funds.
Me at 17 and here begins my attempt at growing my hair out.
18 and obviously still immature.
Me at 19 and looking very, very creepy.
And this was taken a few nights ago and very obviously, I am 20 going on 21.
Interesting.
I look almost like different people. I do have to say that in all, I'm rather happy with the way I've grown up. Here's to hoping I keep blooming.
Or whatever metaphor seems most apt.
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