When I was like 2 or 3 my parents took my sister and I to Sears to take pictures with E.T. like this one. I was really little and was too afraid to take the picture with him but when I saw my sister’s picture I remember feeling jealous and wishing I had sucked it up. This memory seems like a dream to me but it was the first time I felt regret so its important to me. On our way out of the mall I saw a picture of a little white boy with E.T. on the floor. I don’t know why but I took it home and told my parents it was me. I must have believed myself because when I was older I swore I had taken a picture with E.T. that day. Years later we found both pictures- one of my sister and the other of the little white boy I swore was me.
Actually, we were sitting on a bench in front of one of the fountains admiring my picture when you spotted the picture on the floor.
My favorite thing about that day is that I was wearing a cantaloupe colored sweatsuit set. But nothing will ever beat you looking for your E.T. picture like two years ago, and figuring out that you were not in fact, a small, white boy.