Let us begin. Oh, and just so you know, "These are but shadows of things that have been. They have no consciousness of us."
Here is a young picture of me and my brother on Santa's lap. I wonder what I asked for that year? It looks like I'm still listing things, but Santa has turned his attention to my brother.
Sadly, I was unable to get my hands on a working scanner tonight, so I had to take pictures of the pictures, which ends up being like a double negative (it doesn't work):
That was the year all we could afford was a tinsel string. In this picture we were pretending it was a snake and we were the Swiss Family Robinson. (I'm kidding - I guess we were decorating?)
In the above picture you can see me (bottom left) playing with my NEW CABBAGE PATCH DOLL! That was the one thing I was hoping to get that year and I was soooo happy I got it! In the picture below, I guess I was probably 8 or 9 and I had a new Cabbage Patch Doll - a premie. I loved it so much it appears I brought it to church with me:
As you can see, I had a pretty rough childhood, what with getting the desires of my heart and having fun siblings to play with. And that's why I turned into the adult I am - unable to love. No wait, that was Scrooge. I'm able to love pretty well. The Cabbage Patches taught me how to love. Oh, and my family.