Now these deserve to be enlarged if only to see my Dad's tattoos and my cute sweater. No one rocked a toddler sweater like I did. I could have been a toddler sweater model but my parents didn't love me enough. It's also the reason I am not an astronaut, Shumka dancer, or concert violinist.
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And then some neighborhood moocher named Wendy Stevens came over to my third birthday party and tried to blow out my candles. You notice she is missing in the second picture. You would think it was North Korea if you saw how fast I had her removed from my event.
This is me with my younger sister. I was all downhill from here. When she could stand she pushed me off the couch into a radiator and cracked my head open. Then later she pushed me into a rose bush and I got punctured by all the thorns. Then she pushed the glass door on me and I punched through it leaving me with a two inch scar on my inner wrist. She did a lot of pushing if I remember correctly.
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5 comments:
Were those photos taken by an old Kodak Brownie box camera? I have old childhood photos that look suspiciously similar.
Kodak load and click with flashbulbs I believe. No way I could ever remove the photos from the pages. They are welded together.
Awesome pics, Cal!!!
*sigh* My little sister was a biter AND a crybaby. She would bite me and then cry because I shouted at her for it, and then *I* would be the one in trouble for making her cry! But was she ever in trouble for biting? Nope. No justice. None at all. I'm sure our little sisters would have been best friends.
My sister had to move to the other end of the world - Australia - to keep us from killing each other. You think I am kidding. LOL.
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