My “blast from the past” is a picture of me and my brother and our dog, Missy. I am probably somewhere around 9 or 10 in this picture which would make my brother 17 or 18, and Missy would be 1-2. She was a collie-shepherd mix who was as gentle a dog as you’d ever meet. We had her for 15 years. I think we are out camping in this picture. She is begging (one paw up) for the treat that my brother is holding. She was such a good dog.
Check out my brother’s “skinny” pants and desert/Beatle boots. He dresses much the same now, and he’s 62! I no longer wear knee high socks with shorts – thank goodness.