a very 'special' christmas
I know it's a bit early for Christmas but I found a photo this weekend while doing a bit of cleaning and I just had to share it with you.
Picture it: New Jersey, 1977. My mother picked me and my younger sister up from school on the last day before Christmas break. As a treat, she took us to the nearby bank so we could visit with Santa Claus. Actually, it was more like she had to do some banking and Santa was merely a temporary babysitter. Time spent on his lap kept us out of her hair and, more importantly, away from the counters where my sister and I were known to pull off successful snatch-and-grab jobs of entire stacks of deposit and withdrawal slips.
We were complete kleptos in this regard. We didn't give a hoot about the free lollipops offered. We were all about to the wealth of documents, pamphlets and forms (preferably with carbon sheets) at our disposal. They served as the perfect prop whenever we played bank at home. We were sticklers for realism and detail, you see.
But back to my original point... here's the photo from that day depicting me perched on Santa's lap holding onto the Christmas project I had made in school earlier that day...

Kindly look again and take notice of its shape. I was the only one in my class who ended up with a triangular wreath. I still don't remember what I did wrong. I'd like to say that I was being creative and going against the grain but that would be a lie. I was just a spaz. No wonder I almost failed geometry years later in high school. If this wasn't a cry for remedial help, I don't know what was.
Picture it: New Jersey, 1977. My mother picked me and my younger sister up from school on the last day before Christmas break. As a treat, she took us to the nearby bank so we could visit with Santa Claus. Actually, it was more like she had to do some banking and Santa was merely a temporary babysitter. Time spent on his lap kept us out of her hair and, more importantly, away from the counters where my sister and I were known to pull off successful snatch-and-grab jobs of entire stacks of deposit and withdrawal slips.
We were complete kleptos in this regard. We didn't give a hoot about the free lollipops offered. We were all about to the wealth of documents, pamphlets and forms (preferably with carbon sheets) at our disposal. They served as the perfect prop whenever we played bank at home. We were sticklers for realism and detail, you see.
But back to my original point... here's the photo from that day depicting me perched on Santa's lap holding onto the Christmas project I had made in school earlier that day...

Kindly look again and take notice of its shape. I was the only one in my class who ended up with a triangular wreath. I still don't remember what I did wrong. I'd like to say that I was being creative and going against the grain but that would be a lie. I was just a spaz. No wonder I almost failed geometry years later in high school. If this wasn't a cry for remedial help, I don't know what was.
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