Pictures of real life

Robyn posted some new pictures of her boys. She found a wonderful field of dry grass with a real folksey feel including small outbuildings in the background and what could be rusty antique farm equipment. The perfect setting for some nice pics for the Christmas card or wall. The boys though differently, and the pictures show them pouting, grimmacing, and crying. I think they're excellent! They reminded me of a favorite picture of myself, which I cannot get, but I want to share anyway, so I will try to describe it from the mental image I captured probably 2 decades ago.

I am on vacation with my family, 3 years old, at the wax museum in LA, sitting alone, on Frankenstein's lap, wailing. My mouth is open and my eyes are squeezed shut with giant tears streaking down. You can actually see the screams.

I don't know what I'm wearing, I image its a whitish T-shirt with 70's era iron on transfer paired with light colored shorts. It doesn't matter. The pictures captures the emotions of my preschool self, at an age before the show of emotion became tempered by shame, or impropriety, or whatever it is that makes my adult self answer "fine" to the question "How are you?".