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A funny story from when mun was a child
Did I tell the tree story already? I think I told the tree story, so I’m going to tell another one.
This isn’t exactly a story from my childhood but it does involve a baby photo of myself. Anyway~
My family doesn’t have a lot of baby pictures of me. We weren’t picture people (we still aren’t picture people) but I did have this one really adorable picture of me when I was about four that was framed in this really cute teddy bear frame for about ten to fifteen years.
Well, I found this picture one day and I put it in my mom’s room because I thought she’d appreciate it. About two days later I came home and on the mantle in the living room is that very same picture frame and in that frame is a photograph of a stock white baby boy.
This is funny for many reasons. The first being that I am not a white. The second being that I am female and the third being that I found that picture of myself as a baby sitting on my desk because for some reason, my mom thought that I might want a baby picture of myself?
It’s been a few years now and that picture of the really adorable baby boy is still on our fireplace.
I kid you not. I have proof.











