I don't have any, but I'm sure my mother might. I'll see if she does.
@goldenvalleyguy it's all they really want....
I’ve always loved horses. My parents would take us kids to the countryside on weekends to ride horses. I always chose a “white” horse. I was 5 in this picture. Other than my bangs I never had a haircut until I was 6.
Nice photo....the horse is a beauty too.
@ProudMary All the time!!
..could have been my youngest sister’s twin, serious, too ~
Me,too. Serious and quiet and always listening to the adults from under the table.
@Spinliesel Yes!
Happy times.
Halloween 2007 with my cat, Simba.
Lovely Simba...he looks like my son’s cat George.
You both look like LBJ with those false ears!
In that photo, you look about one year old.
@LiterateHiker I might have been. I have no idea about it. But here's a later one. I'm the cute one on the left!
@ProudMary I’d say about 2
Here is one where I was about 8-10 months old. Funny story (I don't remember this but it was something my family talked about.) When I was put in the backyard and left alone, I would take all my clothes off! Looks like I was trying to do that in this photo. I must have been a free spirit even back then. ??? I have a couple other childhood photos on my profile.
@Donotbelieve Awww, thanks!
Lovely happy photo.
Age 12 with sister Beth, 7, at Echo Lake, Michigan.
I loved the padded, swimsuit top. Thought it gave me the illusion of a figure. The hell of it is: my body hasn't changed much.
You’re gonna live forever
@Varn
My great-grandmother lived to 106.
Her daughters- my great-aunts- lived to 100, mentally sharp and living alone. From the back, they looked 16. I take after them.
My siblings are all overweight.
@LiterateHiker BINGO ~
@LiterateHiker Lucky you!
Lake Michigan, age 4. Mom had beautiful handwriting.
All six of my immediate family members, including me, were left-handed musicians.
Nice pic.
My little brother Gerd and I. He died three eyars ago. My mother bartered a damask tablecloth for the photograph. It was taken in a studio in Oldenburg in 1952.
I truly hated the big bow.
Mama had hopes in raising a gentle little Catholic girl. i had bows and "good clothes"for Sundays, but she was up against my father, an anabaptist who admired Gauss and Kepler ( German mathematicians) and told us Norse history.
The war made strange bedfellows, as my mother used to say. For me,it was like growing up with two seperate cultures.
well, there's my profile photo... and on my page i have other childhood photos. from among those i have to say i am very fond of the dress i am wearing in this one. i'd wear it now! by the way, your photo is very cute )
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