So my cousin got all motivated to look through some slides recently and found a couple that were taken in 1973 at my grandmother’s house. We were visiting at the tail end of our trek from Jacksonville, Florida to Kalama, Washington. I was nearly six.
Here’s one of the pictures, of me and my beautiful mother:
First of all, check out my self-conscious hunching! Guess I started young.
Also? Note how I came up about to my mother’s elbow, or a little higher. I’m close to my mother’s height now, and my daughter Delia at this age was nearly a full head taller than I was. Yikes.
Now let’s just have a look at me and Delia at nearly the same age: