35 years old. Mom and Dad gave me my binder of folders. And even though it is insanely disappointing how few there are , the pictures that do exists as pretty great.

Like of this one of Cameron and reading to me as a baby.

And this one of me as a toddler standing at the flower bed in our back yard. I remember getting into trouble for putting my skates in the flowerbed later in life.

Holding onto my mom’s foot.

At my 5th birthday party at the Hull’s house, a pool party. Me in the middle. Triana Tanner right behind me. Katie Pipkin, my cousin, right in front of me. My Aunt Susan holding my cousin Jamie as a baby…

Me and my summer BFF Jennie Sessions, in our Puff Painted shirts. (Yes my scottie dog turtle neck was on backwards under the shirt)

Me in our new house on Lenrey, holding my baby sister Krystin.

Me, as a 3 year old, in my squinty cheesy smile. I still do….

Me and my cousin Marissa, in our matching dresses.

Aunt Susan and Marissa years later.

Us four kids.

In Aunt Sue and Uncle Alan’s backyard.

Joe, Patrick, and me.

Maryn and me in the backyard in the old Hamilton house.

Me and my cheesy smile…I love this picture.

Me on a swing! Yes at 3 1/2 I was an amazing swinger. It was my super power.

In the first grade. Halloween. As a rabbit and Branny as an army man.

Carving pumpkins that same year. In the garage. Before it was full of stuff.

A Mommy Dollar. The currency of our house hold that was earned and spent.

Me in the yard on Hamilton.

In the back of Dad’d pick up.

Before Branny was born.

My family board name tag, that was next to my name and points and chart.