Blast from the Past

I took hundreds of slides, reels and a projector from my Grandmother's house over the weekend. I've slowly been going through the pictures of trees, roads, fields, hills, water, roads, fields, trees, roads, water, hills, tractors, cars, trees and every once in a while I find ones with actual humans as subjects. This is me and my aunt Vicki. Check out the floral pattern. I think it classifies as nuclear explosion loud. Even then I had a propensity for putting things in my mouth and sucking on them.