Hella 90s up in this bitch. 
Just kidding, that was me somewhere around 2009-ish? I'm guessing here, I don't even remember this being taken of me, I stumbled across it. lol
Well, I was here...
...in 1997,
and here...
...at an Awana thing, somewhere between '98 and '00, idfk.
I only know it was between those years because of the pink bits in my hair, those were purchased shortly after we moved to the house in Westbrook.
Speaking of hair, my mom insists that that hairstyle in the Awana pic is called "Susies".
I have no idea where she came up with that, I can't find anything about it online.
Obviously, I was very young in the late '90s, but I do have some fond memories.
So, I said we moved to Westbrook, ME, in 1998. Before that, I do remember our house in Tennants Harbor. It was a charming little Cape Cod style house with a decent backyard. There was a swingset with an attached slide that I spent most of my time on. I vaguely remember a small garden by the back door. Our kitchen was yellow, yellow everything, and you already know we had the goose decor E V E R Y W H E R E in that room. It was in that house that I found my first crush: Steve from Blues Clues.
It took us roughly two hours to drive from our house in Tennants Harbor to the only church Grandpa approved of: Grace Baptist Church in Portland, ME. In fact, I would say much of my earliest memories took place in the carseat in the backseat of Grandpa's Pontiac. I remember feeling ill from Grandpa's overwhelming aftershave and staring out the window at the passing trees on either side of the turnpike. During the winter when it snowed, I'd watch the clumps of snowflakes stick and slowly fall down the window, and I'd imagine that the shapes they made were of a scene of long-forgotten medieval battle.
I started having memorable dreams of walking through the house in Tennants Harbor. I don't know how old I was. But I remember seeing owls, lots of them in our house when I would walk about in the dreamworld. They would talk to me in a weird, almost watery voice. Can't tell you what they said, it meant nothing to such a young girl, and it probably was just gibberish.
Now, I do have some memories that I can't place. Maybe they were from a dream, maybe they were real. But one was from at the end of a walk with my dad and I heard solemn church bells in the distance. I looked down and there was a dilapidated rowboat in a stream of some sort below. In the distance were lots of beautiful dark green trees, possibly pine or some other evergreen tree. Dad said something, but I don't remember what it was.
Another memory that could have been a dream was a walk with my mom on a path through some long grass that swayed in the wind. There's no more in that memory, just a brief moment lost in time.
I'd say probably my earliest memory was in my crib. I had just woken up and looked up to see a toy mirror hanging on the side of the crib. I remember getting excited because I knew it was a mirror and I wanted to see what I looked like. So I propped myself up and took a peak at myself. I remember being disappointed at my reflection. So you see, my low self-esteem came built in. xD
I remember how pretty my older cousin's girlfriend was. She had beautiful long blonde hair and bangs. I only remember one outfit she wore once. I think it was either a light blue solid or striped polo and light blue jeans with a sliver of her belly showing. To me, that was peak beauty. She had soft features and the sweetest smile. Today, they are happily married with 8 or 9 kids. I am not sure which number is correct, but I can say with absolute certainty each one is so adorable and kind. And she is still so beautiful. Sorry for the tangent, I just gotta gush about my cousins, they are easily the most beautiful/handsome people in our family. I got stuck with my dad's fugly-ass genes, so fuck me, I guess. lol My mom has weird taste in men. She thought David Hasselhoff was hot, for fuck's sake! *blech*
I definitely remember Y2K. I didn't know it was a bug or an impending event of apocalyptic proportions, but I did know we had a mETRIC ASS TON of food in the backroom. I think we finally finished off the food marked "Y2K" in '04/'05. The "Y2K" pantiliners were finally used when I got my period at 13 in 2007. I didn't even want to use them because the box they were in was so fucking 90s, it felt disrespectful to touch such an artifact, especially since it was from Shaw's and we don't have a Shaw's in Ohio. lol
Another batch of memories from the 90s come courtesy of my grandparents who were active in the political scene at the time. Grandpa was the executive director of the Christian Coalition of Maine. And omfg, just get a load of their website during Hot Boy Summer of the Year 2000™. Please feel free to mouse through the website and the different webcrawler snapshots. It's all gold. Or shit. Either way, it's free entertainment. And after you're done learning about the Homosexual Agenda, you can go celebrate the war in Iraq.