I really enjoyed reading your happy summer memories, and they brought back some of my own. There must be not a dozen pictures of myself, though, but there’s this one I remember SO well: my brother, my cousin and I sitting down on the same towel on the beach, dripping wet, each tearing into a sandwich and unaware of the picture that was being taken. I have a sudden craving for a “chopped de pavo” sandwich and a strawberry Puleva, which was what my mother usually brought to the beach for us – either “chopped” or just plain margarine. It tasted silly good…
Those are lovely memories, you should be able to get a sh*tload of scrapbooking out of them should you choose to do so
One of my earliest memories is standing next to my birthday cake when I turned one. It seems odd as I was so young, but I vividly remember wanting to stick my finger into the cake and not being allowed to do so before the photo was taken. I remember thinking that it was taking ages!!! LOL
[...] already told the story last year of how my mum used to play volleyball when she was younger and she would take me to the [...]
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