Sunday, March 1, 2009

Kathryn Swinging


I was a daydreamer even then...



and happy...



and a big, cheesy ham!
I haven't changed much. LOL

This is another photograph that my father took in the early 70's of me swinging on a steel horse in Ballenger Park. You could play tennis during the summer, rent ice skates in the winter and even attend outdoor concerts.
I remember falling off one of those steel horses and needing stitches. (not the day the photo was taken) It was not serious but I was afraid to ride. After a few attempts and a bit of encouragement I recovered and was soon riding as though I had never fallen.


Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they're going to catch you in next.
-Franklin P. Jones

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