It was the summer after 9th grade, when I fell in love for the first time. The boy was tall and totally boss with his curly bleach blonde hair and wicked dance moves. I didn't really notice him at first, he was just another boy, nothing special. And then, I heard him sing.
He was the youngest member of NSYNC at the time. His name: Justin Timberlake. I was head-over-heels for some boy I saw on tv a few times (OK, let's be real, anytime he was on TV, I was watching... AND recording it to watch again later).
His face was plastered all over my bedroom walls, and I talked about him like he was my bestfriend from way back (we were also going to get married, btw). Like we'd actually had a conversation in real life.
The posters stayed on my bedroom walls until my senior year of high school when we moved into a new house. Since I would only live there for a year before going away to college, I decided not to put the posters back up. Instead, I taped/glued them all over a wooden trunk that my grandfather had made for me when I was a little girl. The trunk held all of my stuffed animals from childhood, as well.
When I moved away for college, the trunk stayed behind, and eventually found a place in my parents' basement.
Fast forward to last summer: my dad was cleaning out the garage, and asked that I go and pick up all of the stuff I had left behind. Brad and I collected the items, and transplanted them to their new home in our basement. Among those items, was my NSYNC covered trunk.
One Friday evening, I was kicked out of my house so that Brad could host a boys' night. That night, my trunk was discovered, and I received this pic via text...
I don't usually get embarrassed, but I pretty much died that night. On the spot.
Photo by: John Gleason