Open the first photo album you can find – real or virtual, your call – and stop at the first picture of yourself. Tell us the story of that photo.
This isn’t the first photo in the album, that would be the photo of me the hospital took when I was born. Not much happened that day, cept that I was born (so it obviously was a fab day! lol) and I was only allowed to be born when the doctor was finally found (on the golf course) and came to the hospital (that was not so fab for my Mum).
But this photo is of me and Max, the purebred German Shepard who would always be watching out for me, standing (or lying) on guard at the sliding door, to make sure I didn’t crawl out. I think sometimes he’s still looking out for me, making sure I don’t crawl through a wrong door.
Unfortunately, my parents had to put him to sleep when he was 9 months old because he started going after the neighbor kids. I hear they used to chuck rocks at him, so it’s justified on his part I think! So, anyway, I don’t remember him at all, but I do have two pics of him and me 🙂