This was the day I was born. A special day to those around me and myself. Other than it is a Polaroid, this picture looks like it could have been days ago. It’s almost timeless. Nothing in it scream 1984. Maybe the surroundings since I have never been to New York and don’t know if this building is still there. It’s simple. Three people who look happy and don’t mind snapping a pic together.
Thursday, March 8, 1984
This was the day I was born. A special day to those around me and myself. Other than it is a Polaroid, this picture looks like it could have been days ago. It’s almost timeless. Nothing in it scream 1984. Maybe the surroundings since I have never been to New York and don’t know if this building is still there. It’s simple. Three people who look happy and don’t mind snapping a pic together.