Friday, February 13, 2009

Erin O'Brien, spring 1968


I am three in this pic. I was so tiny that if I didn't hold onto the edge of the vanity, I'd fall into the pot.

I no longer have to hold on in the literal sense, but I'm still grasping for dear life in the figurative sense.

9 comments:

deangc said...

Well, you're a bit taller now...

The Fool said...

...and you probably don't ride side saddle anymore.

Geoff Schutt said...

In a big way, we're each "grasping for dear life," even the ones who might deny it. (I fully admit to the "grasping.")

But this is what life is all about -- the grasping, the forward movement, the creativity.

Geoff Schutt said...
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Kirk Jusko said...

I've fallen into the pot, in the figurative sense.

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emmapeelDallas said...

What a cutie!

:)

Timothy O'Regan said...

That's very cute/poignant. I can recall being afraid of the flush!

Glass Houses said...

I had a similar situation until I was about five.

For the record, I am now 4 ft 10 inches and my feet still dangle if I use the handicapped stall.

Thought I'd share.