Because I Have No Shame, vol....um, 11?

You are in for a treat, today. Here I am on my 18th birthday. For those of you counting, that would be February 1, 1992 (aka: a freaking long time ago!). I had stayed over at my friend's house and we had a great time. Most of it spent watching Opportunity Knocks. I'm pretty sure what we are all doing in the picture has SOMETHING to do with that movie, but it's been years since I've seen it, so I'm not swearing! Notice, though, the glitter shirt, ripped jeans and moccasins. I LOVED those jeans. They were awesome and I wore them for the next couple of years until one of my guy friends at college grabbed ahold of the rip in the butt. But, well, that's another story. Back to the picture. I was a vision, I tell you! This is firmly in my "Peace Love and Understanding" / Save The World phase. I loved my last year of high school. On the one hand, I stopped worrying so much about so much. On the other, I was anxious to move on, but I definitely had a good time until college rolled around. And, well, we all know that I knew everything. I was 18, after all!