During my whirlwind trip home over the weekend, I looked through the old photo albums and discovered that while, yes I deed I had worn the witch costume for Halloween, my sister was NOT scared; in the photo, quite the opposite; she appeared to be laughing hysterically at me.
There were no Thanksgiving pictures from 1971, but I have to assume we went to relatives for Turkey Day. I know my 8th grade year was the first time I remembered NOT going to someone's house, but that memory will be arriving in nine more years. So check back next month for the 1971 memories of my birthday and Christmas, because there were PLENTY of photos! Or even next week, as I recant an important social event in 1981. Trust me; you will NOT want to miss next week's memory!
2 comments:
I wish I had such a good memory. :)
Some things my memory is clear; other times I realize it's faulty:) Thankfully, I come from a family of shutterbugs! And that I kept a diary:)
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