childhood-ness.

and i have been reminiscing going through some old photos. found several (rather cute) photos of me as a kid.

when i was little i honestly didnt think i was very pretty, or much to look at at all. isnt it odd that perceptions change. not saying that i think that im much to look at now (no this isnt fishing for compliments), but rather i see a rather cute little girl i used to be.

sometimes i wonder what would happen if i went back to that age now, with the knowledge i know now. not just of physical attractiveness, but also knowing that i was, am loved. would it change anything.
sometimes i think yes, but i dont think it would.
i was a happy child, with friends, and with family who cared. i was a chatter box, shy, cheeky, and always outdoors.
a tom boy, who still managed to be girly enough when it counted. i liked wearing pretty dresses, but they were higly impractical when you wanted to play outside, or climb trees.




(ps, has anyone else noticed that there is food on my face in this photo :P)
(ps, there are more cute, and some funny kiddy photos of me at my flickr account. go check it out <------)

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