My sister and I do this too. We look similar but not exactly alike as adults, but our childhood pictures are really hard to tell apart. Especially up until about age 10 or so.
I haven’t but my own mother did. She saw a fairly recent pic of me and didn’t recognize me…
Yes, but it was from when I was about three.
My grandfather passed away recently and while at the wake I was going through the pictureboards and asked who the little freckle-faced strawberry-blonde boy was who looked remarkably similar to my eldest son and my daughter.
Years ago this happened to me with a picture that was less than a year old. I’ve always been a heavyset guy, but one summer home from college I worked out quite a bit. By the end of the school year I was back to my fighting weight when my girlfriend (the future Mrs. Cliffy) came across an old roll of exposed film that had never gotten developed. When we got the pictures back, I was initially a bit ticked off that she’d taken a picture (a three quarters rear profile) of some random hot guy. Turns out it was me.
On the flip side, this thread reminded me of a picture of a one or two year old me riding on my dad’s shoulders that, now that I think about it, looks exactly like my 18 month old daughter.
–Cliffy
Same thing here. I wasn’t really grossly overweight until my mid-twenties, but I was told that I was starting around the age of 11.
I look more like me in older pictures than in more recent ones. I guess in my imagination I’m still young.
For the longest time I wouldn’t recognize my own reflection. “Who’s that fat, slouchy gumdrop? Holy crap, is that… me?” But now I’ll think “Who’s that statuesque studmuffin? Holy crap… that’s me!”
The back exercises are really paying off, I guess.
I often get this when I look in a mirror. It’s especially funny if I don’t know there is a mirror there because sometimes I will think things like, ‘I really like that jacket, I wonder where she got it?’
Mostly because in the last year I have grown out my hair, lost 40 pounds and brought my makeup style into the 21st century. Needless to say, I look a bit different.
That’s exactly what I’m talking about.
Well, I once didnt recognize myself in a photograph where I was wearing a mask for Halloween…
When I was about 35 I asked my dad if he had any old photos of me. He had moved a few times and stuff was in boxes so it took him a while. A week or so later an email arrived from him with two attachments… as I scrolled down through the first photo, I thought to myself, “Who the heck is this?” Then I recognized my distinctive purse and shirt and the socks I always wore. I still hardly believe the weird 13- or 14-year-old in the photo is me! 
At that age I wore my hair in a very specific (now embarrassing) hair-sprayed way and wouldn’t leave the house with so much as a stray strand, and there wasn’t a drop of spray in this impersonator’s messy, floppy hair, and she was wearing some god-awful cullottes that I wouldn’t be caught dead in. I must have been swimming that day… I have absolutely no memory of it, or even the location where it was taken, which (based on the plant life) was at least 1500, possibly 3000, miles from my home at the time. I think it must have been California, but I don’t recognize the surroundings at all as a place I might have later become familiar with. Makes me wonder if there are gaping holes in my memory! Or perhaps I have a secret twin my parents sent my old clothes to.
The second photo was definitely me, about the same age, and I vividly remember the event pictured. Memory is weird.
I remember looking at a picture of a cute Asian girl and some dude standing outside the Arts Lecture Hall at Waterloo University, and thinking, “Wait a minute. That guy has my Walkman… Is that me? Maybe it is.” In my defense, I was deeply ashamed of my appearance, and tried to look at myself as little as possible, so I wasn’t that familiar with how I looked in pictures.
My brother and I looked quite similar until around our first birthdays. I can tell, though, because I’m in black and white and he’s in color. . .