I’ve told the story more than once of the friend in high school who got angry at me over some family photographs. My mom had decided to change things up in the living room and had hung a bunch of old family photos on the wall. Among them were some pictures from when my parents were teen-agers hanging out with family and friends. There was also a photo of my paternal grandparents from their wedding day. My friend saw those particular pictures and thought that they were pictures of me. He specifically thought they had been taken at one of those amusement park or similar places where you and friends can put on some costume pieces and get a photo filtered in a way to look like an old sepia-tone photo from the late 1800s.

When I explained to my friend that the guy he thought was me in one of the pictures was my dad, and the guy in another was my grandpa, he didn’t believe me. And when I wouldn’t change my story as he demanded again and again that I admit I was joking, he angrily stormed out of the house and refused to talk to me for several days, until my mom confirmed the story…

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