||[Nov. 21st, 2008|10:33 am]
I was a fair-haired kid. Positively Nordic. This wasn't my car. We were at the fair- and the picture was taken by a pro. Brrm-brrm! Oddly enough- I've never learned to drive. The white thing on the seat beside me is the roof of the toy bus I was carrying round with me at the time.
Your eyes and expression just haven't changed all that much. Did your hair get darker as you got older?
Yes, it grew darker. I'm now mousey-grey
I'm now mousey-grey
Aren't we all at our age?
Oh you have the most adorable little face!
What a cute little fellow!
Never learned to drive? I did not either until I was stuck "up in the woods" in New Hampshire and sanity was threatened by isolation. As soon as I got back to civilization I let the license lapse and have never driven since.
We live in an urban area. Good public transport- and taxis if necessary.
I have to drive- being single and in the US- it's almost a requirement. I think I would have a difficult time being a passenger.
I was a 'fair-haired' kid- more like a cotton-top for the first year. White as a ghost. Then my pigment came in and I went from stark white to gold, and have remained so ever since. There might be some silver in there, but it's hard to see.
I envy people who live in places with decent transportation that doesn't require them to drive. Me- I've driven everything from aircraft to fuel tankers, passenger buses, and forklifts. I've driven both UK and US vehicles, too- and had a US vehicle in the UK. It wasn't difficult learning to shift left-handed. It's been years since I've been in a vehicle with a manual transmission, but I can drive them! Most Americans can't.
Ailz loves to drive. She does it to relax.
I'm surrounded by dedicated drivers. My mother was an army driver in WWII- and still- at 87- is happy to drive considerable distances. My dad was a bit of a boy racer- the way he'd hare round narrow country lanes was terrifying. My youngest son drove military vehicles for the British Army.
I took lessons once, but I just couldn't get the hang of it.
What a cute, crisp little lad you were! i want to pick you up and cuddle you and give you a cookie.
I have a picture of myself somewhere driving my little red fire truck. i'll have to see if I can locate that. I still have the fire truck--actually it is in the rafters in my mom's garage. someday I intend to bring it to my house. i loved my little red fire truck--especially the bell!
My poor cats frequently had (unwilling) rides around the yard in it. heh heh.
They were often dressed in doll clothes as well, poor things.
Thanks for the cuddle and the cookie.
I had a red racing car. I don't know what happened to it. I suppose my parents got rid of it after I outgrew it.
That is adorable. And I love that you had your own eyes even then.
Do I really still look like that?
I guess no-one really knows what they look like.
Karen says you was beautiful, what happened. ha ha !!