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Most Ridiculous Pics from My Childhood

I was a strange child. 

I thought terrariums were cool, and I obsessed over spelling bees and archaeology. Nevertheless, here's a recap of the weirdness from my beginnings in Texas and Alabama.

B.T. Harman

Born near Ft. Worth, Texas to two amazing parents, Bill & Laura.

My dad was a preacher and my mom was a teacher. I have two older brothers, Brady & Brian.

Taking care of business since 1981 💩.

My first grade teacher, Mrs. Harvey, wrote a note to my parents once. She told them she thought I'd "make a great story-teller."

Doubt I caught one of these. But I'm glad dad recorded this special moment of me rockin' this Knight Rider shirt. 

I'm the awkward one in the ALF shirt. Our family moved to Alabama around the time I went to kindergarten. As you can tell, I had many friends.

Made this in third grade. How they didn't know I was gay then is beyond me.

Lookin' tough in my jams shorts, next to mom's petunias. I swore off sports with sticks after 8th grade.

My storytelling ways were in full effect by 4th grade when I wrote my first book for a school project. "Ohio Smith" was my riff on Indiana Jones....get it? 

Me and my best buddy from back in the day, Tom. High school basketball team, circa 1999. (Here's a super-grainy, yet-still-amazing vid of Tom dunking for the first time in high school. Assist by yours truly.)

TRUE STORY: When I turned 18, I booked a local Christian rock band called Salvatron to provide entertainment. Their big hit was "Serving God in a Blue Jean Generation." When they played it, I put a pair of blue jeans on the end of a broomstick and hoisted it in the air. 🤦🏻‍♂️

Here I am with my dad and two brothers. This was taken during my senior season of football. My dad got really sick when I was in high school. I'm pointing at the number 86 which was his football number in high school. 

Senior pics! Hot stuff with that swaggy lean & Hilfiger polo.

This is one of the last pics I took with my dad before he passed away from ALS on December 31, 2000. I still miss him a lot. 

(A while back, I wrote a thing about my dad. You can read it here... but brace yourself though.)