I was a happy little kid (see next photos). Although sometimes I would get pissed at my  evil sister for laughing at me because I couldn’t figure out how to ride a tricycle.

You can see the shadow of the photographer on the lower right. Either a woman with long hair or a nun. Most likely it was the wicked babysitter that smelled like cigarettes and stale beer. I don’t think it was our mother, she was much thinner than the shadow.