Abigail was fussy. It was raining again and it didn’t look like she and her older sister, Amanda, would be going with their grandparents to the beach that morning. The North Carolina weather was unpredictable this time of year and it looked like this might be another day of playing games inside.
But Grandma Rose had a different idea. “Let’s look at some old photos,” she suggested. “Why don’t you bring me my computer? It’s on the dining room table.”
Abigail carefully lifted the laptop off its charger and brought it to her grandmother. She waited patiently as her grandmother logged in and then brought up the web albums.
“Okay, “ mused Grandma Rose as she scrolled through the albums. “What sounds interesting? How about your baby pictures? Your parents’ wedding? I even have some old photos of your dad!”
“What about pictures of Dad in high school?” suggested Amanda, who had just walked into the sitting area with a towel wrapped around her wet hair. Abigail quickly agreed. She would be starting sixth grade next month, but knew many of Amanda’s high school friends.
Grandma Rose found the album she wanted and pointed to a slender blond boy. “This is your dad as a sophomore—just the same age that Amanda is now.”
The girls bent over the photos, exclaiming at the funny hairstyles and clothing fashions from twenty years earlier. “What’s with the baggy shorts?” asked Amanda. “Ewww, is that Dad’s underwear?”
“Oh yes!” chuckled her grandmother. “I just hated that those boys went around with their shorts hanging down so low and their underwear showing. I guess I got used to it after awhile. In fact, I had forgotten all about that silly fashion!”
“Well, here’s another silly fashion,” declared Abigail. “Look at this picture. All these kids are wearing pink! Even the boys! Yuk! Since when do boys wear pink?”
