Mom cleaned out the closet that holds all our old family photos. I found my baby book, which lists at which month I did what and when I was baptized and all that good stuff. Inside the book was a lock of hair from my first haircut. I don't know why mom chose to save that, but I'm kind of glad she did. I also found a picture from my first day of high school, sophomore year. I waxed and washed that God awful Ford Probe as if it were my flesh and blood. At the time, I thought I looked hip in my sleaveless sweater vest, my white Polo shirt and my Banana Republic slacks. Now, I cringe. Thank God I'm not 16 anymore. And no...I will not be posting that picture.