Troublemaker: Surviving Hollywood and Scientology (27 page)

These photos were taken by my stepfather Dennis. Though he was not a professional photographer, I loved them and thought I looked amazing. Clearly I could play anything from innocent to complex. I was a thinker even back then. I put on a sun visor to show my range. Then I pulled out all the stops and put on my
Little House on the Prairie
shirt.

In Brooklyn’s Cropsey Park. I thought the coat showed character. But what it really showed was a bad fashion choice.

Nicole, Dennis, and me at Christmas in Brooklyn. I don’t know what’s on my feet, but I love them and want a pair of them in my size right now.

Hanging out on Eighty-sixth Street in Bensonhurst with my posse.

Nicole and me in our Sea Org uniforms at Flag in Clearwater, Florida, holding baby Shannon.

Me in matching acid-washed jeans and jacket taking Shannon for a stroll on Fountain Avenue in L.A., where much of our lives took place.

The theme in these early headshots was Big Hair: The first one with hair off to the side. The second, with a pirate earring. The third, showing a little shoulder.