I'm going to bet not too many people my age have a photo of themselves being born. Well, this is me arriving into this world, 53 years ago today. It was 7:25 in the evening. That's my dad in the back by the window. He was an avid photographer and convinced someone to snap this shot (plus one of me halfway out but that was a little too graphic). Given that he developed his own film in a makeshift darkroom in the bathroom, there was no worries about some photo shop censoring anything!
I have the telegram my dad sent to my mum's parents, announcing my birth.
It's pretty cool all the stuff my mum saved. All my report cards from school, little pictures I drew. For that, I am ever grateful. Things I was too young to remember much of are preserved in a big brown manila envelope.
So no big plans for the day yet. Other than taking the dog to the vet for her shots and buying a bathroom vanity and some paint. I'm going to see if I can paint left handed...