I'm sure that I've been known to embarrass Chris a time or two throughout the years, when I simply had to capture the moment. Like this time, for instance, when the boy just wanted to be left alone with his "Chicken's Life" magazine on the national mall in Washington DC, and I disturbed him by taking a picture. Can't you just see the annoyance? ("Please Mom, I'm reading about free-range hens!")
I came across a picture tonight from a family trip to St. Augustine, Florida. I think it was 1969 or so, and we were visiting the Old Jail there. I was around four, and I wasn't just annoyed, I was plain terrified. Looking back on it now, I laugh every time I see the picture.
But not without a little inward shiver.
Over the years I've wondered what a therapist would say about this whole situation. But to tell you the truth, I'm glad that I have this picture. It documents the moment in all of it's gory detail, much better than my failing memory could recreate it, these many years later.
And actually, now that I'm thinking about it, this could explain a lot of my more odd personality traits...
