I Should Have Done This From The Start!

But Then I Would Have Missed Out On All The Fun!

November 9, 1959 - Born into the great wide world. Quite an experience too, to be dropped out of the warm cozy habitat you've gotten used to and thrown into this mortal existence. But then again I really didn't have much choice in the matter.

Here I am now. Asleep in the comfort of thinking that I've got my whole life ahead of me. What many wondrous things I will soon discover in my long and cherished life. Ahh, to think of them would interrupt this sweet sleep.

"Alright, put down the camera and feed me, I'm hungry." At least that's what I was saying. All they ever heard was "Goggy goo dah googie gah."

Like the horn I'm holding in the pic on the right? At the age I was at I didn't even know what the darn thing was. I did find it fascinating the way the drool would go down the big hole though.

You know back in my day parents used to have professional photographers come into the house, set up all they're equipment, and then spend a couple hours trying to get the attention of the little tyke and try to make them laugh.

In my case, I didn't laugh until the big man tripped over an electric cord and fell over his camera which smashed when it hit the ground. Luckily this picture was taken on the way down.

Okay, so now I'm a little older and a little bit wiser in these photo opportunities. Now I'm posing and smiling like a whore on the pages of a Penthouse magazine spread. I was dashing, debonair, the James Bond of the younger generation.

"Yesh mish Moneypenny, let's take a shpin in my Ashton Martin."

Ahh, those were the days.

As I grew up I soon became the object of attention, not that I wasn't already.

I was like a new car. I was shown off to friends of my family, relatives, neighbors. Anybody who'd drop by. "That's my baby." my Mom would say. I didn't mind it. Any attention I would receive I would suck in like a Handy Dandy Housewife Helper Vacuum Cleaner. That's where it was at. Being at the center of attention.

On to...

"The Learning Years"

Copyright ©1998 Roger B. Domian