more memories

The last couple of visits to my Mom's house

we've gone through old photos.  This is a photo

of me in 11th grade.  I wish I'd left my hair like this.

It wasn't any work and I think it was pretty.

Then I decided to get it cut and permed and

tried to go with the style back then.

I think I was younger in this photo, probably right after

we moved to Florida, the middle of 10th grade.  Not a fun year.

This is me with my favorite aunt, Aunt Peachie.

She was my dad's sister.  She had a lot of different

cancers too.  I'd forgotten about that.

This is my oldest brother.  He is a year

and 4 days younger than me.  He was quite the cowboy.

We lived in Texas when this was taken.

I've been going through the book The Artist's Way.

Corey told me it would bring up a lot of stuff from my

past.  She wasn't kidding.  I've remembered things I'd 

completely forgotten.  A big thing was how devastated I 

was when we left Alaska.  I loved it there and moving 

back to the lower 48 was not fun to me.  It also made

me remember teachers who were really good and 

teachers who were really awful.  Thankfully, the good

outweighed the bad and I got a lot of encouragement

when it comes to my art.  My Mom told me my third grade

teacher thought I was way beyond my grade level and

there wasn't anything she could teach me.  I don't remember that

at all.  I do remember the pet mouse we had in the class and how

much I liked it.  I liked getting to take it home over the weekend

and taking care of it.  I remember trying out for basketball that year 

and totally stinking at it and not making it.  It was only third grade so

no big life altering issue there.

I did race the fastest girl in school on the ice skating rink.

The problem was she had speed skates and I had figure skates.

You can guess who won.  

Enough memories for now.