I think I was 6 or 7 here, wearing the birthstone necklace my Aunt Barb had given me for my birthday. Greg says I look like a shepherdess.
I was 11 in this picture. I do not recall having long and skinny legs. Perhaps the mountains in the background are creating an optical illusion.
Ack! This picture was taken one year later, when I was twelve. A lot can happen in one year (unfortunately). I had these glasses before being aware of the existence of Sally Jesse Rapheal. Seriously. And I recall that other girls in my class got glasses similar to these shortly after I did. That doesn't make it right. I'm just sayin' is all.
And this is me now, well, last weekend anyway, with my kids. Thank goodness for contact lenses...and hair dye...and, well, a whole lot of other things that have changed since I was twelve!
Happy Birthday to me!!