So considering that today is way back Wednesday, I tried to look through my huge picture box to find a particular picture that was taken when I was 5 years old of me and Santa. I spent an hour sifting through that darn, endless box, but I couldn't find it. Sorry to disappoint.
So for today's "picture" challenge...there's no picture. Instead I will describe it to you. Lucky you..I have a photographic memory (no pun intended) when it comes to ridiculous, pointless information. It was 1979...I was 5 and didn't quite believe in Santa...and truth be told, for some reason I was petrified of cameras. So the though of sitting on some random old guy's lap and taking a picture was not something I was too excited about.
I wore a white sweater with rust orange trim and matching rust orange elastic pants. Rust orange? what were my parents thinking?? The Santa looked uber fake...I don't remember if he asked me what I wanted for Christmas...Most likely, if he did...I wouldn't have answered. I was abnormally shy for most of my childhood. Anyway, the picture is quite hilarious...Instead of crying on Santa's lap like most kids...or smiling big with Santa like normal kids...I sat there like a petrified statue. And was never more releived when my parents came and got me off Santa's lap and I had escaped the jaws of death from that killer camera!
So for today's "picture" challenge...there's no picture. Instead I will describe it to you. Lucky you..I have a photographic memory (no pun intended) when it comes to ridiculous, pointless information. It was 1979...I was 5 and didn't quite believe in Santa...and truth be told, for some reason I was petrified of cameras. So the though of sitting on some random old guy's lap and taking a picture was not something I was too excited about.
I wore a white sweater with rust orange trim and matching rust orange elastic pants. Rust orange? what were my parents thinking?? The Santa looked uber fake...I don't remember if he asked me what I wanted for Christmas...Most likely, if he did...I wouldn't have answered. I was abnormally shy for most of my childhood. Anyway, the picture is quite hilarious...Instead of crying on Santa's lap like most kids...or smiling big with Santa like normal kids...I sat there like a petrified statue. And was never more releived when my parents came and got me off Santa's lap and I had escaped the jaws of death from that killer camera!
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