Last year my mom found a roll of film that had never been developed and took it in for processing. It turned out to date from about 1984 or so--my brother and I look to be about four and seven, or possibly five and eight. My mom sent me copies of a couple of the prints for Christmas. They are a sure-fire cure for your winter blues.
Here's a lovely one of me:
I remember this outfit, but neither my mom nor I can remember exactly what the hell it was for. Some kind of play, obviously, but what in the world was I supposed to be? And why am I doing a Tai Chi pose? These are mysteries which may remain forever unsolved.
And here I am with the little brother:
A snow day on the farm. I like this picture because although I remember being a really shy kid at this age, I look pretty confident here. Maybe I really was, or maybe I just felt comfortable on the home turf. Or maybe the excitement of a snow day was so overwhelming that I forgot to be shy. I don't know. But isn't my brother the cutest little thing?
We do have a digital camera now, so I will try to get in the habit of sharing photos with you from time to time in order to balance out the overall suckfest that is this journal.
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