So a few days ago, she brought in some old photos from her own First Communion. We all had a good laugh over it, and I thought, in the spirit of fair play, that I should share photos from my own First Communion. Well, I know they exist, but it would seem they are mostly back at my dad’s place in Michigan. All I have from that day is a grainy group photo from our weekly church bulletin in which I may be seen, staring blankly from the back row. Note that I spent most of my childhood standing or sitting in various back rows, owing to the fact that I was always the tallest one in my class until junior high.
I decided there was no point in trying to scan that church bulletin photo, but along the way, I came across a fairly amusing photo of myself from 5th grade. While my normal school wear would have consisted of a light blue shirt and dark blue tie, we were given a dispensation from wearing our uniforms on School Photo Day.