ahhhhhh....youth.

I'm so sleepy and can't wait to crawl off into winter slumber but i feel compelled to share some old photos since i've finally got a scanner and i can make this old photo stuff happen.....

This is me when i was maybe 3 or 4 in mendon, n.y.. Everyone thought i was a boy, while i fancied myself to be a dog(seriously, i ate dog food and everything).....i'm chillin' in the yard of the farmhouse with my dog penny. the bulding behind me is an old carriage house full of old carriages. I used to love to tell other kids about the scary old man that lived in there and ate children. I was a country, only child with a flair for the dramatic. Guess i've come full circle then eh?

and this was my best friend bren and i (more like 5 yrs old), playing in the sandbox. no one ever knew what gender either of us were. he once showed me how he could aim his pee all over and even write on the wall.In this photo, I love the hands on hips seriousness with the red stethoscope in his ears.We used to set up these amazing obstacle courses in the pasture with buckets and poles from the horse jumps. Sometimes i wonder whatever happened to bren....