Back in the Day

I journeyed home to Vermont this weekend. Vermont is a gloriously beautiful place. Maybe I'm just biased because I grew up here, but even the cows are cute. Although technically cows look the same anywhere...but still. It's beautiful here. Speaking of growing up, I decided to look through old photo albums. As a result, you get to look at old pictures.

I was born in New York, actually. (Before you get nervous, I can assure you that I support the Red Sox, not the Yankees.) But then I moved to Williston, VT when I looked like this:


We spent a little while there, and I gained a love for overalls.


Based on the evidence, I'd say that I had a good time at age 2 and a half. I don't actually know, because I don't remember.


Then we moved to Jericho, where the lawn was bigger and the tutus were more available.


Sooner or later, a brother or two appeared on the scene.



(I tried to get Christopher to like music too. I guess it didn't work out.)

1999 (I was 10) was a big year for me.

I built snowmen on the lawn:


I went to the King's College Chapel in Cambridge:


Aaaaaaaaand...I, uh, met Howard Dean.


Weird, huh?

Maybe this type of thing doesn't interest you at all. But I love, love, love looking at old pictures and remembering all the things that would remain forgotten if I didn't. They're not the best quality pictures, they're not brilliantly composed, and you'd never find them in a magazine, but they do tell stories, and they're important because of that.

Especially now that we're slightly older, and the days of playing in the sandbox are over.