September 20, 2017

My Five Year Old Self

This is a picture I drew of myself when I was, I think, about five.

Clearly I was not destined to become an artist. At least I have a smile on my face and have not drawn myself punching my little brother.

When I was a kid I played outside all the time. I day dreamed. My mother could barely get me to brush my hair because I simply didn’t care. I did care about the fort in our backyard, playing hide and seek and wall ball, and reading books.

I was probably forced to draw this picture of myself but, alas, I still have it and I’m glad I do.

Even if I have mitten hands.

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