As far as I know, there are only about 25 photographs of me from my childhood, so when a new one appears (like the one below), it’s exciting for me.
Oddly enough, these photos seem to pop up from time to time.
At an author talk a few years ago, a former classmate gave me a photograph from an elementary school play in which I kissed a girl for the first time (on command). I’m standing on stage, singing my heart out to what I think is the song, “Tea for Two.”
Quite a gift.
This photo, apparently in my brother’s possession for years, is of me (on the left), my brother, Jeremy, and my sister, Kelli. Presumably, Halloween eve, circa 1978.
It’s so strange and sad to see a photograph of yourself and have absolutely no recollection of the moment. I have a strong recollection of my childhood, but this particular Halloween is lost to me.
Knowing my sister, she probably remembers the moment perfectly.
The photograph was taken just before our parents’ divorce. It may have been just weeks before our parents’ divorce if I’m right about the year. We look so happy together. Not a care in the world.
Little kids who have no hint of the storm coming.
