My favorite thing about these home movies -- there are SO many, and I hope you're excited -- is the early technology that my parents are very clearly abusing. Before digital cameras, there were video recorders, and my parents liked to treat ours like a camera. In this vein, there are many moments where they act like they're taking photos of me, and I just have an awkward smile on my face because, even at 4, I know something is up.
There's not as much talking in this one, unlike my hotel room tour when I won't shut up about the bathroom and opening a bottle of water for my dad, but it's still pretty spectacular. That haircut, man. This gives a clearer look at the bowl cut I rocked for many years.
What happens in this clip is pretty simple -- we come across a store that sells tutus, at a time when I was going through a confusing ballet stage (confusing because I did not take ballet, nor have I ever, but I was pretty into the idea of it. It lasted less than a year), and my mother decides I should put it on and 'turn around!'
To be fair, my form is impeccable:
She just kept telling me to 'turn around!' That's a big part of this video. I guess that is the benefit to using a video recorder. It's like wizard pictures!
Anyway, it goes on from there to my father putting me into a variety of costumes, some of which are better than others, and me just smiling awkwardly and 'turning around!' My favorites, however, would be the food related costumes.
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