For a little something different, I thought I’d take a bit of a stroll down memory lane to the earlier years of my life.
Here’s me as a baby. My parents had built this house (okay they weren’t physically doing the building) two years before I came along as firstborn. They stayed in the house for probably 30 years, and while I wasn’t all that impressed with the small town I grew up in, having a safe, stable home was great. We had the ’70s chic green carpet until I was in grade 7, I believe. I loved our wood-burning fireplace, which was made from reclaimed bricks that possibly came from the original hospital in town, although I may also be making that up.
This is me at three years old with my newborn brother. My mom calls this my “wistful look.” I guess I was initially not impressed by having to compete for my parents’ attention. Then I realized that he was a hairless guinea pig that could be played with.
I think I’m 9 or 10 in this picture. I started off with Winnie the Pooh wallpaper on the wall behind my bed. I vaguely recall that my parents surprised me with the change to rainbows. That’s a Charmkins house sitting on my chest of drawers, and a Popple that I’m holding. Go ’80s! And to my right is the striped “bankie” I’d had since I was a baby. It’s a shame I didn’t hang onto that.
My mom always insisted on taking first day of school photos outside our front door. I’m fairly sure this was my first day of grade seven, which was my last year at the elementary school right across the street from home. My mom had tons of flowers planted around the house. To the right of where I’m sitting were four o’clocks, which opened up each day in the late afternoon. I also strongly associate snapdragons, irises, and lilacs with my childhood home.
Fun times. I wasn’t all that thrilled with the high school years, but the years before that were pretty fabulous. I feel very grateful for that, as I know it wasn’t that way for a lot of people.
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