Oversized glasses. Braces. Basically a mullet. Velour track suit. Being made to pose for family photos (we had matching track suits). Terrific socks. It was all going great for me in '87!
My sister and I HATED those track suits and getting our pictures taken in them, and we put up such a fuss about them and swore we'd never ever never ever never wear them again that, after the photos, my mom packaged 'em up and returned them to JC Penny, lol.
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