1988, my parents are at Drew for Parents Weekend. We're at the Dave Brubeck concert with various friends and their parents (luckily, my girlfriend's parents couldn't make it that weekend, so my parents wouldn't meet them until years later.) The topic of pictures comes up and my friends' parents all pull out nice high school pictures of children (my senior pictures were just fine.) My mom, for some inexplicable reason, has a picture of me from 5 years earlier in her wallet.
Mom was like that. I was embarassed, but not really. Hey, those blue laces were all the rage, and at least they're real Nikes.