These are photos of my twin brother and me, taken somewhere in the neighborhood of 1970-1972 or so. Teh Husband and I bought a printer cum photocopier cum scanner, and I’ve been messing around with scanning old photographs. You know, the ones from back in The Dark Ages when everything wasn’t digitized and there were such things as film and negatives.
I scanned these with the idea that I would update my Facebook avatar with a photo of myself, albeit one taken almost 40 years ago. It may sound odd, but every time I see this avatar of myself, I feel happier. It reminds me, somehow, of when I was feisty and playful and had all those years stretching out ahead of me.
I’m not saying that I’m no longer feisty, or that I feel that I’m out of time. No, it’s not that. I see this little girl and know that she’s still a part of me, that I’m still pretty damn feisty, and that I would like to get out of this dress, please, and into my playclothes so I can go climb trees or play down by the creek. Milk and cookies afterward.