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Discussion in 'Photos & Video' started by Ken Anderson, Mar 29, 2017.
sis and I with dad. Easter day 1950. I was 4 she was 8
That would have been our class picture in the 5th grade, as that's the only thing that would explain the buttoned top button.
When you look at that little boy..do you remember being him, ..What I mean is, do you feel today that you still have that little boys' mind and thoughts etc...only in a grown up way...or...do you feel that child was someone else, a very long time ago?
@Holly Saunders - hope you don't mind me answering with regards to meself Holly
Its a great question
When I see the old photos of meself, yes - I'm still that girl.
I can even see what I was thinking and feeling at the time, I've never lost the child within me
I haven't changed much either - I think you evolve from your original mind-set, you keep certain
qualities which are then nurtured along the way
Great answer @Patsy Faye, because that's exactly how I feel...although sometimes I'm sad when I look at pictures of me as a little girl, and think how that innocent child had no idea of what was ahead of her..
Yes, there's one photo that I feel sad to look at - that one gave me a clue of what was to come
With the rest, I see an optimistic girl with a cheeky grin. That's also sad in a way, as the optimism was
Ditto Patsy...same here...
A cute towhead like my 13 yr old grandson and a buzz cut like my 3 youngest in summer.
Let's see, I know I have a few scanned To answer @Holly Saunders question too, for myself, I still feel so much like I did back then. Sometimes I forget I am in this "old shell" though I remember a lot, as far back as about 3'ish. Mostly good-times I remember, a lot due to the great stories I get to read here
@Denise Happyfeet - such a cutie, then and now
Thanks Patsy, but I haven't seen any beebo pics of Miss Patsy yet??
I may do - one day .................... In the meantime, that's me on the left
Probably not accurately. I think I thought of myself as being shy, and I know I read a lot, and we were in church whenever there was anything going on there. But I learned (on Facebook) from someone I went to school with since kindergarten that myself and my three cousins were known as the "fearsome four" in elementary school. When I look at the picture, I don't look fearsome, and I certainly didn't feel that way, but I do know that we tied the same guy to a fence behind the hill in back of the school during lunch one day and forgot him there. I do remember that, but I was not the instigator, and I had forgotten that we had tied him there, since we figured someone would untie him. After lunch was over, the teacher asked if anyone knew where he was. Of course, we were all afraid to suggest that he just might be tied to a fence behind the hill. I guess someone went looking for him because he came back into the classroom crying, and went home for the rest of the day, and I don't think he came back the next day either. But we didn't do that on a regular basis.
I do find myself sometimes thinking about what I want to be when I grow up.