In some way this picture is a microcosm; there I am, doing something
innocent/dangerous, borderline out of control (one foot has slipped off),
bad clothes, necklace of some kind (house key?), bad hair, with an expression that's equal parts exhilaration,
anxiety and terror.
The girl with the shag hair is my sister. I don't know the other two people in the picture (one is mostly hidden behind me).
We are directly in front of a trailer house, and I appear to be pogo-ing on Astroturf. I think that about sums it up.
The picture is dated October 1974. That would have made me about 8 1/2 years old.
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