We visited my brother this weekend and he passed along some old family photo albums. I have a bunch already, but these were from the time Kevin was born and right up until I turned 16. Check out some of these pics and the memories that go along with them.
The creepy Santa pic that all parents made children participate in. My poor brother.
Me and my Raggedy Ann doll. I carried her lovingly by one of her feet so her face was always dragging the ground.
Our Disney Vacation. I cannot even begin to count how many times I have told the story of my brother bolting from the super long line at Space Mountain because he was too scared to ride it. And Goofy pulled Kevin’s tooth at the character breakfast.
And this gem. This is Elvis… the real Elvis at his last concert in North Carolina before he died. I can remember going to Dairy Queen with my mom and all of her friends who could fit in the sky blue VW bug on that terrible day in 1977. I was 4, so super confused about why all the grown ups were crying. I was just there for the ice cream… all you cat eat when Elvis dies.
And me at age 16, complete with new Ray Bans and a UNC sweatshirt.