waves of gentle nostalgia

I'm in a strange sort of nostalgic headspace right now, so I fed some of it by going to the library over lunch and scanning some of my photos of me and my sister as kidlets. (I have a disc of old slides, and cannot find them right now and it is BUGGING THE HECK OUT OF ME.)

Here is a photo of me, my mom, and our Airdale puppy, J.J., when we lived in Korea. J.J. is so innocently puppy here - you can't tell that he's going to grow up to become a giant beast who figures out how to scale our back fence and run for freedom. He dug up my carefully planted strawberry patch (from seeds I got on a birthday card which were probably never destined to germinate anyway) three times, and I replanted them twice before giving them up as a lost cause.

It's an old polaroid that is starting to crack (as you can see) so I'm glad I got it scanned before it started to crumble entirely.