||[Mar. 30th, 2008|01:38 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
This is weirdly fun.
Here I am in 1972.
The picture is labeled Easter 1972. For some reason, I think we'd marked out some space using rocks and... I dunno what the white strips were. I want to say this was for a game. Baseball, maybe? Also, no idea what's in my hand. And can you tell Mom used to cut my hair for me?
I have another pic from the same day in which my Aunt Marie (my Mom's younger sister, also my Godmother) is holding me while I watch the Easter Bunny give candy to someone (probably a cousin) with my Dad looking on in the background. The weird thing? I think I remember the person in the giant pink bunny suit. It's a mixed memory of friendliness and What-The-Fuckery. Or maybe I just remember looking at the picture before? I have no idea how long it's been since I've seen it. Decades, at least. Either way, it's not everyday you hang out with a six foot plus tall pink bunny rabbit giving out candy.
Anyway, it ain't here because I made a mental commitment to inflict only one picture per year on ya'll to start. I may post it sometime later.
Now, you want a dramatic difference? Check me out in 1973...
One thing that I lived with for a LONG time - I would get chubby, then SHOOT up, growing a couple of inches in the span of a few months. The growing pains were spectacularly bad, and a bunch of my worst memories were about how no one believed me that it hurt that much.
I regularly outgrew clothes and shoes at a rate that was vexing to all involved.
I have no idea what the heck is on the pajamas - geese? elephants? can't tell. I haven't worn PJs in a really long time, so it was a little odd, but I had this immediate visceral memory of how flannel PJs feel and smell.
Notice how my hair is darkening. I started out blond-haired and blue-eyed, and gradually shifted until my hair reached the color it is now when I was five or six and my eyes darkened to their current color around the same time, maybe a little later.
Ok, positive narrative time. Um. I got nuthin'... Let me think. Oh yeah! We were very family oriented. My aunt and uncles still lived at home when I was born, so going over to Grandma & Grandpa's house was a lot of fun. There were a pile of cousins in the area and neighbor kids and they all played together. I got a lot of attention because I was the first grandchild in our branch of the family, but everyone was still busy growing up themselves or parenting their kids so I was just another kid, sometimes, only too small to play. A tag-along, I guess.
We lived in a couple of different apartments - I have very dim memories of one, involving a staircase and a dark hallway, but Mom & Dad say we lived on the 1st floor, and the landlady lived upstairs. But she did babysit me occasionally, so maybe that was it.
Again, no real clear memories, just a bits of images. Mom says I was a happy kid, though.