Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Me. In all my baby glory. I was a second child born to parents who I don't think even owned a camera at the time. Quite the contrast to my four-year-older sister who was the first grandchild on one side, and adored on the other. All the relatives seemed to have cameras, for of her, there are pictures plenty, while I look long and hard to find a semblance of me before the age of five. School pictures started then, and my mom got a Brownie camera. From then on, there is no doubt I was well-loved.
When looking through my parents' "stuff" recently, I was curious to find a rumpled envelope from one of their college friends. He was cleaning out. I couldn't believe it, but, held up to the light, two of the slides looked to be of me. I'll excuse my parents for not showing me the slides, for who could have imagined such a thing as scanning slides 24 years ago?
The truth is out. I'm not quite the cute little baby I imagined myself to have been. A little disappointed, but I'll be OK. It's just nice to finally meet myself at a very young age.