Kazza the Baby One

Tonight's project was scanning the oldest of the "evil" photo albums. You know those albums where the sticky stuff deteriorates and sticks to the photos :( Not sure where this album came from. It might have been one of the grandparents'. I seem to remember inheriting it a few years before I left Sydney.

**EDIT** - more than a few years! I actually first scanned these (at very low resolution) in 1999!!!

It contains mostly baby/toddler photos of me from birth (obviously) to about 1983 when I was ten. But only ~64 photos in all of that. These days a kid would have 64 photos on their first *day* let alone ten years!! There's probably more around, certainly of later years, but there just wasn't that many taken of my in my first few years. And they did lose about six months of photos through some mishap as well.

The album is now to be thrown out, and the photos stored in a box somewhere (with clean paper between each one to stop the sticky residue sticking to the photo behind it).

I'm feeling quite old doing this. Remember, when I die *noone* is going to care about these photos. No kids and no nephews or nieces are going to exist to be interested. Our family will history will die with my brother and I. When I die someone is just going to throw all these photos out and format my hard drive and that'll be the end of me. It's kind of a weird feeling. Especially since I have this feeling that I'm probably half way through my conscious life so it's all down hill from here..

But anyways...

I guess I was kinda cute as a baby .. where did it all go wrong..?