Little Krises were almost cute, once...
1975, on my blanket. GET ME OUT OF THE SUN AIUGH MELTING.
What do you MEAN, I'm supposed to eat it, not smear it all over my face? silly! (1976, camping at Yosemite.)
Possibly the cutest photo ever taken of me. It was 1977, and my younger brother had just been born.
1978, and my little brother Kevin and my cousin Sara are completely oblivious to the fact that a DISEMBODIED ARM has just landed in my lap.
And here, it's 1979, I'm graduating from preschool, and they're making me wear a STUPID PINK DRESS.
I remember it itched.
With my favorite preschool teacher. At least, I assume she was my favorite.
Same dress, in front of the house I grew up in.
Mother's Day, 1979. Yep, that's my mom in the middle. (From about 1979 on, I don't look happy in much of any photos taken of me until the late 90's.)
Me, my brother, and my favorite aunt, Margie. At a guess, this was probably 1979, too.
First day of school, Kevin in third grade, me in sixth. I was about to turn twelve.
Have I mentioned yet that my little brother was evil?
