From the first time that Troubadour saw pictures of me when I was little, he has always said I appeared to be a "grubby little urchin." After taking an unbiased look at them, I am inclined to agree.
I share these photos with you so that you too can have a chuckle. If we can't laugh at ourselves, who can we laugh at. The boy in some of the pictures is my older brother Tiger. Enjoy.
I was even rockin' my rubber boots in that last one.
In my defense, I can say that when needed I could clean up as evidenced by this picture of me and my Aunt Stephanie on her wedding day.
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On a side note we are heading to Seattle this weekend to the International Motorcycle Show. This will be the second time we've attended and are excited. This year we'll be attending with RickRick, Bolty and Bobskoot and I am sure we'll all have blog posts next week detailing our adventures. Stay tuned.
"Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows." ~ John Betjeman, Summoned by Bells.