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Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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1958

Some friends went before me this week and posted themselves as younguns. Amorphous potentia and Deslilas are those friends. Please check out their sweet young selves.

I am here held by my dad, whose arm is held by my mom. I'm guessing this is shortly before I turned 3, or maybe 4. Strangely, I remember this day. My dad was a minister, and this was after church (this ivy grew on the side of the brick church). I was grumpy, and I remember refusing to smile. What a brat. But you'd be grumpy too if you had to go to church twice on Sunday every week, and also on Wednesday night.

I love this photo. One reason is that my dad is holding me, an experience I only remember this once. I'm not saying it didn't happen more; I just don't remember it. Another reason I love it is how old fashioned my mom looks with her permed hair and wire glasses.

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