I love pictures. I simply love them. They bring back so many wonderful memories.

I remember when I was about six, and I was on a joyous visit to my Aunt and Uncle's house. I thought it would be such fun! It didn't matter that there were no kids my age to play with, I was certain that my sister who is four years older than me, and my cousin who is two years older than her, would play with me. Well I was right, but they didn't have the same kind of fun in mind that I did. They tied me up gagged me, and shoved me in between two beanbags...

As if that were not enough, instead of rescuing me, Uncle Jimmy yelled "Be still, Let me get my camera!" That is probably the moment I learned a very important principal. Don't cry over split milk, take a picture of it!

Being a good student, I took this lesson to heart, hence the second photo on the right.

Juliannah, also the youngest, became the victim of her youngest older brother, and her older sister. They overpowered her and tied her up with electrical tape. However, if you look closely you will see the sparkle in her eyes... She loved every minute of it. I am so glad that memory lives in me. Let me help you preserve some.

DaNella

Terry and Shannon torturing poor little INNOCENT me!

Some things never change. Diffrent children, same story. A living memory.