Gee, I love this kid so much.
Look at her. A free-flowin' flower child of the 60's, even though she wasn't born until 1970. Don't rein her in. Don't tell her to wear clothes, man. Let her be free.
Don't not post her nudie pic on the internet just because some people get creepy gratificational pleasure from innocence. Don't pander to the lowest common denominator, man. Those people have a problem. But fear of that sort of person shouldn't stop you from taking off your clothes in the middle of the park, or the older you from posting it on her blog just because she loves it.
She's at the park on a picnic with her immediate family and their friends and some other people. Max and Jenny and their kids must have been there because Max captured this photo. And that head at the bottom that's almost cut off? That's Michelle. She was, I think from memory, Dad's cousin's daughter. I have a vague memory of years later going to their house and being amazed by the fact that they had a laundry chute. Did I really slide down the laundry chute with her brother Christopher like it was the Faraway Tree? Or is that just an embellishment, a dream that I wished had happened? I will never know.
But that visit is a about eight years from now. Now, we're outside in the sun, man, and the kid's about three. She's a trusting soul. You see that Michelle? You can't see it but she's wearing innocent blonde pigtails and she's sitting there as if it's nothing to do with her.
Well, she was the one who told Little Susie to go and take all of her clothes off. And Little Susie did. And so yeah, all right, so she might have been a little gullible, a little willing to agree to whatever some big girl suggested. But hey, you know what? The kid came out of it looking cute. You, on the other hand, Michelle, wherever you are, you just come out of it looking like the back of a head. And I would rather be overly trusting and be thought a fool than be a mean little snitchy thing with no head trying to make me look stupid because you're a nyah-nyah.
So there.
