@Linkat,
There's this picture of me under the Christmas tree that's really pathetic.
I can still remember it like it was yesterday.
The company was arriving soon (Aunt Stella, Uncle John and their annoying son Kenny, who stayed with us the next summer, and we toughened him up, but that's another story), so I had to get redressed back into my church clothes, having taken them off to open the presents.
So I'm wearing white tights, black patent leather shoes, and this dress with a fushcia velvet skirt and white top with poet sleeves. Oh yeah, I was cool. I was maybe 9.
My mother tells me to sit under the tree so she could get a "snapshot"
Trying to look older than my years, I did this loungey type thing, resting on my hip and one hand, with my legs trailing off. All my upper weight was on that hand.
For some reason, my mother didn't see my artisic expression coming to the surface and said something like "That looks dumb, don't lean on your hand"
So me, not understanding she probably mean "Sit up straight with you legs out in front of you" I took the arm I was leaning on and put it in my lap. I distinctly remember thinking "This looks even dumber"
So now I'm at this horribly akward angle, supporting all my weight along my hip and trailing leg, with my entire torso hanging at a 45 degree angle over the floor with nothing supporting it.
Ok, now she has to take like 2 minutes to make sure she's got me in the lens right, that the blue dot flash bulb is properly set, etc etc.
By the time she takes the damn thing I'm all cramped up with a grimace on my face.
That polaroid was scotch taped to the cabinet door where the dinner dishes were kept for the next 12 years.
One time she looked at it and said "Why were you sitting like that? That would have been a nice picture if you were leaning on your arm."
