Where Did Those People Go

I had to find a baby picture this week b/c our friends, Vanessa & Jessica, are throwing us a baby shower and apparently it is customary to find ridiculous pictures of yourself for everyone to pretend to ooooo and aaaahhhhh over.

I don't get it, but I'm sure that it is one of the many things that I don't get. The way families relate to one another is foreign to me, much in the same way that one might not understand chemistry or advanced mathmatics if they had never been introduced to them in some sort of educational setting.

I don't know what normal families do, and since my last blog, I don't think that I am really supposed to be writing about it.

However, since Kim and I are the only ones that see this blog, I have decided to risk my future prospects at a relationship with them to pursue my purging of an unpleasant childhood and in some respects adulthood as well.

Oh wait.......

So I sifted through one of the only photos albums that I have looking for the cutest picture that could possibly exist in the 50 pictures that I have from my childhood.

I came upon pictures of me, icecream on my face, sun dresses, playing in a birthday cake, hugging my grandparents. A story in pictures or a 1/4 of the story at least.

I found pictures of two very young people holding me, looking like they adore me. I stared blankly at my parents holding little, bitty me and they actually looked happy and so did I.

I missed them. I missed the people that they were in those pictures. Those people probably never really existed, and even if they did, I haven't seen them since I stared at the photos.

The only thought that I could really muster was, "Where did those people go?"

Where indeed.