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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The beginning - Chapter 1

As a child growing up, I was not what they would have called a 'girly-girl'. I had two brothers a few years older than me who taught me the basics in life, like football and go-cart racing and whistling really loudly without my fingers! All really cool stuff. They taught me survival skills that followed me into my adult career; things like knowing when a kid was going to punch me in the arm or that crying was weak and sucking it up was better, and they taught me that if I ran home and told on them, I would get it later. I had an older sister who was eleven years older than me that I really only got to know when I reached adulthood. She's the one that took this picture when I was 4 and she was 15. I didn't understand what she was laughing about then. Now, I don't know what I would do without her!


  1. That is the cutest photo EVER. Did you see "Up"? You remind me of the little girl in it... xx

  2. Your photo speaks volumes to me. I grew up with only one brother, whom was exactly one year older than me. Football helmuts, catcher's mitts, and bloodied knees were par for the course. That fabulous photo just brought back many precios memories. Thanks!