I’m probably four years old here, if I’m going off the haircut and overall impression of innocence. Where were we living, Mom? Mississippi? Virginia? It’s all a blur, because at this age I had no idea about the world outside my own imagination. I dressed up my pets and climbed magnolia trees.
I dug up this photo in honor of my father’s birthday week. Cheers to you, Dad. I’m sure you don’t miss that uniform.