This is circa 1977. I don't really know the exact date. I swear my mother looks the same as that today. Except now she wears her hair in two long braids laid down on top of her head. (Her hair is very long.)
It looks to me like my tooth growth outpaced my head growth doesn't it?
The truth is, I still feel like that skinny tow-headed gangly pre-teen. That was a time when anything was possible and my heart soared regularly. Nowadays my head interferes with the soaring most of the time, but deep down I still feel like that kid in the picture.
My mother told me the same thing a few years ago. She said, "I still feel like a teenage girl inside." And I knew it was true as soon as she said it, but you would never know it from meeting her.
I wonder if we all have our "adult skin" on, which is really like a camouflage or a distortion of what's really going on inside. I often talk about how much I hate childish behavior from adults, but really, if we're all children deep down, it's no wonder we can't all get along in this sandbox we call Earth.