This is me celebrating my second Christmas. While Mom handles the camera (a rarity) Dad (29-years-old) and I are in the front room of our first house on the North East side of Indianapolis.

The bump by my left eye has nothing to do with the left eye's inward turn. My congenital esotropia was corrected via surgery about a year later.

The Playschool trike lasted many years through multiple siblings but is with us no more. The flat wagon behind Dad's right foot holds the various blocks and rods that we are playing with. My Mom still has the blocks and wheeled wagon - now used by a second generation. View full size.