Oh yeah, we’re throwin’ it back today. I’m not positive exactly how old I was, but maybe 6? This was back when we lived on Munjoy Hill — our very first Maine apartment — and this was taken on our front steps. That’s my Dad. He was awesome. He passed away when I was 15 but we had lots of good times before that. I’m pretty sure this photo is from a day when we went to Long Island. A classmate of mine’s parents had a summer house out there and they invited the whole class — about 25 of us total, plus a few teachers and parent chaperones — out for a party at the end of the school year. I was rockin’ the straight across bangs — just like I am now, at 27 — and a long braid. Killer.