A new photo from my childhood. Few exist, so every time another is uncovered, I’m thrilled.
My sister, Kelli, sent me this one.
I’m on the left, if you couldn’t tell.
I’m happy to have it, but I can’t help but wonder what the hell the photographer was thinking when framing the shot:
Three children holding flowers of some kind. My sister, Kelli, and my brother, Jeremy, are sitting alongside each other, but I’m about a foot to the right of Kelli, with some object occupying the space between us.
A fence post? A spear? A large bamboo flute?
The photographer didn’t think to tell me to move over before taking the shot?
How I would love to have a time machine to return to this moment of the past and see all that I have forgotten.
