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As promised… I went looking for an old photo of myself sitting on the floor of my childhood home playing with a battery operated Apollo 11 capsule. I was five years old and the country was space crazy.

I wish I had that old toy now, it’s worth a fortune.

I also wish I had the picture, but apparently it disappeared… along with my youth.

But while combing through files and old photo albums? I did find the following which I thought I’d share.

Little River with her dad.

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And a beagle named Hiram.

When I was growing up all our pets had names beginning with H’s, I have no idea why… but at one time our house had a Herman, a Henry, a Herbert, a Horace and a Hector.

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Me, sporting some sexy red shoes.

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Taking Hiram for a walk in a sailor coat and another pair of red shoes.

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Rocking a pair of purple striped bell bottoms. How groovy is that?

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I have a vague recollection of not wanting to have my picture taken here and only agreed to pose if I could have my alligator sitting next to me.

I was an odd little girl who hated dolls but loved dinosaurs. And apparently, reptiles.

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How odd you ask?

That’s me in my nightgown, ready for bed… but prominently displaying a weird bug my father had just found in the garden.

Ah, youth.

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