And I've shared a few photos here and there, but to be honest there aren't many. I tend to run like I'm being chased in the opposite direction of the camera. It's a rare event that I get caught on film.
But I want you to know that there is, in fact, a real person behind the screen. So here I am...
Heh. Okay, so the story behind this pic? I'm somewhere in the neighborhood of 4-6 and I came home devastated. I demanded that my mother go back and, "get one with a smile on it." Clearly I hadn't figured out the finer points of how photography worked at that point.
Nonetheless, that's me in all my pouty glory. Add some wrinkles, a few gray hairs, eleventy bazillion calories and I look pretty much the same.
