[photo-a-day: february 21]
I have been cleaning the apartment last week and got into a bookcase that I usually ignore.
Sorting through the books, I stumbled across the photo that I have been looking for so long.
It is a picture back from October ’86.
I am 8 months, my cousin Natasha is 12 years old.
I love everything about the photograph.
I am in my favorite cousin’s arms (she was and is my role model).
I am wearing my favorite overalls (I have no idea how I managed to remember it, but I remember that I loved it. It was uber-expensive back in those days, 1/5 of mom’s monthly salary… and yet, somehow my aunt managed to get it – besides the high price, there was a deficit of everything)…
The reason why I am grinning so brightly is not because I was just a happy kid. I was. But as my family told me the story, the day when the photographer came, I was in a sully mood. So in order to make me laugh, my grandma stood behind the photographer and hit herself on the head with a newspaper. Don’t ask me why that made me so happy – I have no idea. But somehow it did (my grandma obviously knew me well).
I love this photo.
Do you have a favorite photo of yourself? Does it have a story behind it?
By the way, it’s possible to attach pictures in the comments, so feel free to share your pics 🙂