This is a self portrait of little me in 1984 when I was 4 years old. That stuff in the background is corn--pretty common in Illinois. I think my collar was quite fashionable and forward thinking.
This is my sister Ava. At this point in her life, age 3 or maybe 4, some considered her a feral child. Ava is seen here with her only friend: Little-Run-Fast the chicken.
My sister Helena. Probably the fiercest of my siblings--especially at this age. My body is riddled with small scars from her two opposable teeth. She is viewed here with her secondary weapon--a small steel hammer.
My brother, Nathaniel. While he was destined to rule the world, it turned out to only be in his mind.
My parents, Harvey and Laurie. Born smack-dab in the middle of the Baby-Boomer generation. They say there were so many kids being born in the 50s and early 60s that the sound of crying children was heard by Alan Shepard on his first mission into space--100 miles above the surface of the planet.
By the time the 70s came around, there were so many people roaming around purposeless on college campuses that rioting broke out.
When the Vietnam War happened, the students chose to protest all war by throwing molotov cocktails at the National Guard.
My parents met in a Greek class in The University of Iowa while taking cover from a tear gas bombardment. They fell in love. The rest is history.
The final picture in this series. My sister Johannah. Well, I'm not quite sure she is my sister. One day, close to the one pictured here, she told me she was actually from a distant planet. Here, seen holding a peacock feather--a symbol of authority in her home world.
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