In July 1978, I was just starting to transition from "skinny and hyperactive" to "chubby and bookish". It was my first summer with brown hair (I'd been a "summer blond" for a few years). I was at the height of my Tiny Terror Fullback career in park & rec soccer (before the days of penalty cards). I was also just tall enough to climb the tree in the front yard, and still light enough to make it all the way to the top (a couple of years later, the higher branches wouldn't support me anymore).
The tree was cut down over a decade ago. The house is on the market, with my parents having moved out in May. Those were my original glasses, first gotten in November 1977, I think they got trashed the next winter while playing in the snow. I have no idea what the t-shirt says, but it's faded enough it was likely a "wear it to death" favorite. And I haven't worn shorts since 2002 (when I lived in a no-air-conditioning apartment).
Time happens. At least there's not a beetle on my back. That I know about.
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