10 years old... I think :o) 

Ok, time for a trip down memory lane again... :o)

My best friend's father was/is the local photographer in the small town where I grew up. One day when we were playing outside he called us into the studio and wanted to test some new light he had bought, so he took our pictures.

You might notice the markings on my face... on my cheek, above and below my mouth and on the left side of my nose. I had recently ran (full throttle) into a barbed wire trying to be quick enough to catch the last swing on the playground ;o)

I never had my picture taken in those days, so I treasure this one :o)