Back in my day, nobody took matching pajama photos. Christmas morning wasn’t a fashion show staged at dawn for the benefit of future social media scrolling.It was survival. Pure, unfiltered, hair-everywhere survival.If you wanted a picture, you had to catch a kid midgift- stampede and hope the camera didn’t eat the film. Half the images from my childhood look like blurry sight...
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