Four years ago, I joined Saturday Snapshot. The meme invites bloggers to share photos. One of my new year’s resolutions was to create a memory scrapbook from my childhood. I intend for the project to be a work-in-progress, where I mostly post in order of scanned photos. A few weeks ago I posted about my first family Christmas. Next up in my trip down memory lane are photos of me from other special occasions.
With Easter just around the corner, it seemed fitting to show a photo from my first. I remember Easter as being a time for new clothes and chocolate bunnies. I wonder whatever happened to the blow-up bunny in this photo?
I don’t know if these photos are from my first birthday, but they’re the only applicable ones in my Cradle Days album. I remember birthdays as being a time for parties, games, and friends. Or at least until the end of primary grades, when we moved. Then it seemed harder to make friends and to get them to visit. The car and the horse show up in a lot of photos.
I’m guessing this last photo is of my dad’s birthday. Once upon a time, adults seemed so old to me. Hard to imagine that now he’s almost eighty and I’m almost fifty.