Well. 25 years ago i was kicking and screamin' my way into the world.
...and I was born on a Friday, the 13th. Dun, dun, duuuuun.
and my dad was at his karate ceremony, taking his test to become a BLACK belt. He had to leave right before he started his test to come see his first born daughter come along and that ended that. He has never been back to karate. hehehe. Sorry, Daddy :) I know your a black belt, who cares if it's official? Not like a life accomplishment or anything... :)
So here I am! Annual First-Day of School pictures in front of the big tree in the backyard ;)
Obviously missing a few but it's clear I grew up in the 'tuck-in-your-shirt' era! ;)
I think I should start taking pictures on the first Monday of September every year before work to document my next 25 years! :) NOT! Whadda think Mom? Wanna be my photographer?? :)
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