Ah, mixed feelings about the challenge. In retrospect, I wish I had a more cohesive theme, something a little more planned. Something more interesting On the other hand, I finished. Traveling through these memories didn’t start or stop with the challenge and it’s been interesting for me. It did, however, make it difficult for people who don’t know me to engage with the blog. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
I’m currently going through photos. It’s easy to toss the hundreds of pictures of flowers or clouds. What’s harder is the hundreds of similar photos of my brothers and me when we were babies. For now, I’m not cutting those. Eventually I will pare down those photos to some that represent the time.
I ran across this picture of my bedroom when I was seven. That kitty is the original Charlie. I’m not sure when I got him, but I remember waking up in the morning to find Charlie in bed with me. He was made from a “skin” from the fabric store and since I chewed his ears off, Mom recovered him a bunch of times. I still have Charlie though he’s resting comfortably in a box these days. I tripped over a picture of Bunzilla, too. Perhaps one day I will post her.