Another oldie but a goodie I found recently. The day says October 1961 so I was 17 months old. In just one more month I will fall out the window of our Brooklyn apartment, thereby leading to my lifetime of scars and fears. I think this is the last picture ever taken of me where my face was straight and my eyes were even.
But the picture is so joyous – literally, the calm before THE FALL – I had to share.