I had run out of pictures — and this weekend, my Dad scanned in pictures for me of when I was 4 to 6 years old.
And they are so much fun to look at! So many things I’d forgotten came flooding back — down to details of clothes I wore and toys I loved to play with. Many of the memories I had no idea went back that far — because when you’re 4 years old you don’t think about the date a lot. But my Mom carefully noted the month on each picture, so now I know, for example, that we found our cat Zenie when I was 3 years old.
And I’d forgotten all about that toy camera I found so very fascinating! I was ready to take an abundance of pictures even then.