Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...
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I am glad to see that you are healing up, and soon you will have nothing but these pictures and the distant memory to remind you of it. I think that I just might stick to skiing if it were me.
This is the first black eye I've ever had, so I took several pictures. Hopefully it will be my last! The first one was one day later, the second was was about 3 or 4 days later, then the last one was one week later. It's now been two weeks and I just have a little more purple left below my eye.
The bummer is that my bone above my eye is really sore and tender still and when I wash my face I have to be really careful around that eye. I'm still blown away that my little niece's foot could have so much force while we were flying through the air to crash and burn from the tube.