I've been going through some stuff I finally brought from my parents' house a few months ago--boxes of the sort of memorabilia I wonder why I keep and then can't get rid of.
In one of the boxes was a scrapbook my mom started to document my high school activities--track, cross country, and Destination Imagination. (Yep, I was a cool kid). And man, it took me back.
So, just for fun, here's 15-year-old high-school me running: