Until we meet again, until we meet again
Thus sweet memories come back to me
Bringing fresh remembrance of the past
Dearest one, yes, thou are mine own
From the true love shall ne'er depart
Another shot of Bobby playing Creepy Doodoohead to my Row-goo/Rogue. I'm the cute-ish child on the bicycle, still looking a bit like Tooter the Turtle.
I had the boy's bike complete with "gas" tank - I thought that bike was super (though we did not use words like super back in the days of yore). The only bad thing about that bicycle was falling on the bike and slamming my crotch into the gas tank. I swear all I have to do is think about that and I hurt all over again.
My sister had a girl's bike, no gas tank, painted pink. She was more of a girlie girl. My parents may have been slightly disappointed that I was not born a boy. But that's okay. They tried again and got 3 boys. Next time practice birth control!
From the looks of this photo, I was the only Hawaiian in our family. I remember while growing up, and even in high school, I would occasionally be asked my nationality because my eyes were somewhat slanted though since I grew up with these eyes, I never gave them much thought. In my high school english class, one boy asked me if I were Japanese? (This is a true story - I know you don't believe me.) Japanese?! And I said, "No (idiot!), I'm Caucasian."