I recently unearthed some photos that my Aunt Shirley had put together for a slide show at our wedding reception. It's fantastic, and I was glad I could figure out how to get some of the photos to transfer. Some of the originals were damaged when Shirley scanned them, because they were those weird, stiff, curled-up Polaroids or whatever film my dad was using at the time.
I remember Aunt Sharon and Uncle Gene's home based on this wallpaper, and green shag carpet, and the strangeness of a split-level home layout, which no one in my whole hometown had. Oh, and Deron and Dawn each had their own bedrooms, which I coveted terribly.
I would guess this photo is late 1974/early '75, with Dawn not yet a year, me a year and a half (in the center, with the fancy hair bow), and Deron less than 4. Does that sound right, cousins? At any rate, there is little in this world that reminds me more of the innocence of childhood than these kinds of pictures.
If it makes either of you feel too exposed, let me know, and I'll remove the post. But I hope you both know that even though it's been years since we played together, I think of you both every day.