Dark Kid
Growing up, I was a dark kid -- I looked much more middle-eastern than I do as an adult.
~ Aristotle Sabouni
Created: 2019-07-05 |
When people would look at my family and I together, and give me a lingering look ("One of these things, is not like the other"), I'd joke, \"I look like the mailman\" and they'd laugh and laugh, and my Mom would scowl.
I said it because it always got the double-good reaction (entertaining others at my Mom's expense).
It was only later that I discovered that my Step-Dad was my Step-Dad, and my Mom had been lying to me my whole life (11 years). This probably wouldn't have gone over as poorly, but my Mom was Italian and in sales, and always had a looser relationship with the truth than I did. While I was a little genius kid that was driven nuts by my Mom, Grandma, and Uncle's ability to just adapt truth to fit their arguments or make themselves look good, and others look bad. Thus, I had the purism of youth, combined with the purism of backlashing against others willingness to distort truth.
I wasn't much for photos, nor was my family. I think my Mom was embarrassed by the awkwardness of me looking different from everyone else. It turns out my ID cards captured me at different ages.
Me at age 4 graduating from Kindergarden. One of my only childhood pictures.
Me at age 13.
Me and my brother. (The family resemblance is obvious).
At 14, I went backpacking with my Gay-Communist Uncle (Roger) through the Sierra's for 4 weeks.
At 17, this is my High School ID card.
At 18, this is my College ID card.
Even in 1985 (barely 21), post Nose Job, I still hadn't completely grown out of the look. Though the perm did kind of camouflage it.
By 1998 (38), I look substantially different and am pretty unrecognizable from the kid photos.
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