My first day of ballet class – about age 4. I was terrible at it, but cute.

This was probably one of my first ballet recitals.

The Christmas I was 5 and got Pot-Belly Bear! It had felt like I was only asleep 5 minutes. I thought they lied about there really being a Santa, because 5 minutes is not long enough.

I don’t think I was as grumpy as I looked – just cold and squinting into the sun.

This is a drawing I made at age 4 or 5 of my favorite mug. It was probably my only mug, as I was 4 or 5. My great-great-great-something-or-other (aunt?) Helen gave it to me. I still have it (the mug, sadly not the drawing).

My birthday is mid-July – peak vacation time. I never had more than 2 guests at my birthday parties because everyone was gone. Or so they say. My dad had us play math games on the computer. When you when you got to play a maze game I loved. It was called “Rats!”. Did you program that, Daddy?