Grandpa with my sister and me. We loved that donkey. Rode it all over the pasture. He bucked one of us off once and my Grandpa sold him after that. My sister and I cried our eyes out.
Here's another one of Grandpa with Mom. When I was in Oklahoma in June, Mom told me a story about how one day she was mad at Dad (I think he'd been out drinking) so she put me in the stroller and took off walking along the highway. Someone saw her and called Grandpa (ah, the joys of small town living! everyone knows you!) and he came and picked her up. He asked where she was going and she said she didn't know. He told her that she was always welcome to stay with him and Grandma and that he understood why she was upset with my Dad. I think it hit Mom harder than anyone else when he died.
I was the only kid on the t-ball team to run to third freaking base instead of first base during a game. It is no surprise that I was the right fielder.
This was at the town's big Christmas parade. I don't know why my Mom looks so pissed off.
After the movie E.T. came out I pestered my parents for a doll. On my seventh birthday I got one. Still have him.
Heh, here we are on Halloween. Scary, huh?
Okay, I'm going to be in my twenties for 1 hour and 45 minutes more...