Above, you'll find another odd childhood photo. Our first doggy, Duke, Staci - in a garbage can, and me - stuffing my face with crackers. When I peruse the pictorial images from our days as young 'uns, I often wonder, "where in the hell is my mother and if she was dutifully watching over us, what the hell was she thinking?" At the very least, we can never complain that our youth suffered from lack of adventure nor was it short on imagination. We survived and frankly it was fun. I only hope that my kids will be able to look back and remember things so fondly (most things anyway - picking rocks, cutting suckers, and weeding will never be remembered fondly, but are now appreciated for what they taught us).
