The "official" memory, a photo of me - not sure what age. This was the image of me that I have grown up with.
This captured the essence of me on that day - note the blonde curls: the curls stayed, but somewhere over the next few years I became mousy brown. I wonder if I'd stayed a blonde would I have had more fun?
Then recently, my sister sent me a collection of photos that she'd found when she'd helped to pack up my Grandmother's house. These were the photos that Mum had send Rose over the years. Most were familiar, copies of photos that I had grown up with, but among them was a photo I'd never seen before.
Its obviously from the same photo session, but was probably considered an out-take. A blooper. An "un-official" memory.
I think I like it better. It probably captures the real essence of me. Even now, as a grown up 44 year old, my Mum tells me I'm cheeky, with a wicked sense of humour.
I wonder what I was smiling at? Maybe Mum can shed some light. She reads my blog. Mum?