Earlier this summer I helped put together a slideshow celebrating my younger brother James. Throughout the process I came across pictures of yours truly as a young child. I don't think I learned how to smile until I was five or six - half of the time my face is scrunched up in this weird grimace. My oddness is compounded by the fact that in most of the pictures I'm seated next to this adorable blonde cherub of a baby, James.
But there was this one great picture of us with an old rocking horse. Because this blog is about me (and not cherubic James) I cut him out of the picture. But now it's the picture heading for my blog. Just wanted to let you know!
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