As I flipped through my Mom’s old photo album, looking for a childhood photo of myself to post, I couldn’t help but think about my family, and my childhood, and time’s relentless march. Not all of the memories are good ones, but I seem to have survived okay. And, like time, I keep marching on.
I couldn’t pick just one image, surprise surprise.
Sorry for the poor quality. These are pictures of pictures. My scanner isn’t communicating with my computer at the moment and I don’t have the patience to try and figure out why.
That pic was taken while I was in kindergarten. I remember that haircut. I HATED it. I think I hated it more because it was called a “pixie cut” than because of the way it looked.
I made that T-shirt. Well, I decorated it anyway. That heart was a free iron-on that came in my Mom’s Woman’s Day magazine. I remember the oddest stuff.
Yes, the quality of that image is especially poor, but I had to share it. I LOVED that pogo stick. I remember one time when I was counting jumps, I got to over 1,000 without stopping. I don’t remember the exact number, but I know it was over 1,000. Momentous accomplishments such as that are hard to forget.
Fast-forward to age 15. The beginning of my second year in high school.
I may have felt like a grown-up, but, looking back, I know I was still a kid there. A Mom at age 22. Think of all the girls who have babies even younger. I canNOT imagine…
I hope y’all enjoyed that whirlwind tour through my childhood.