A little me!

I have been reading with interest the posts that thisbrokenhearthashope has been writing recently in which she has regaled us with tales of her life. As well as being wonderful reads the posts also got me wondering whether I should write about my early years? But, after a little consideration I scratched the idea as it seemed like a lot of effort. Or, at least it did until I spent the  past weekend at my mothers. Whilst there I saw a photograph hanging in the spare bedroom and decided that I could sum up my early years with one word and one photograph!

The word is happy and this is the photograph:

(I had more hair back then!)