1988 – Age 3

This is a photo gallery of images of my life at age three. As I’ve been looking through some of these, I don’t have many concrete memories of specific things that we did, but I do have thoughts or impressions. I thought I’d share some of my favorites for you. I think subjects are going to jump around quite a bit, so I’ll separate with a line between each.


Mom tells me I saw a speech specialist very early on.


Yayy!
Yayy!

This picture (below) I found struck me as funny because the movie Top Gun came out in 1986. This picture is from 1988, two years later. Top Gun is rated PG, but, uh… there’s a pretty racy love scene as well as some vulgar language. I guess times were different; where you’d let your 6 and 9 year old watch that movie so much that they quote lines from it their entire lives going forward.

My older brothers wearing Top Gun t-shirts
My older brothers wearing Top Gun t-shirts
Here, I want to show you something!
Here, I want to show you something!

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My dad has loved sailing since he was in college. Really, he loves boating of all kinds, but especially sailing. I do not remember a time which my dad did not own a boat. The boat that is pictured below is not one I have any memory of him owning, so it could actually be a rental. He has owned a powerboat (which miraculously still runs, but barely), and at least three sailboats (not all at once) that I can remember.

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Taking the family sailing.
Taking the family sailing.

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Sneaking into my brother's room to read all of his books.
Sneaking into my brother’s room to read all of his books.

I remember one of the first dolls I ever received was a cabbage patch doll for Christmas. Cabbage patch dolls have a soft body and a big round head, and when you open up the box it comes in, it also includes a “birth certificate” with a unique name for each doll. Mine was named Henrika. I carried it with me everywhere, and I still have that doll.

Also pictured below is my beloved pink blankie. I took this with me everywhere I went. Eventually my mom and dad had to take it from me lest it get too ragged. I think I actually remember this. I was very sad and cried. I got over it, though. 🙂

Waiting with my brother for the school bus.
Waiting with my brother for the school bus. Me, holding my doll, Henrika.
Grandma & Grandpa D help celebrate my birthday.
Grandma & Grandpa D help celebrate my birthday.
Practicing with Dad.  How old am I now? Three!
Practicing with Dad. How old am I now? Three!

The original Nintendo Entertainment System came out in 1985, the year I was born. Video games were always a big deal in our house. Mostly, my brothers played with their Nintendo all the time and never let me have a turn. To be honest, I’d never been very good at video games, but I’ve always enjoyed them. I was probably busy playing with my own toys, anyway. When I was older, I went out and bought an NES emulator that was able to play all the old game cartridges. I purchased a few, and found out that my favorite games were “RPGs” (Role Playing Games), for example, Legend of Zelda–which holds up remarkably well as far as an old video game goes. It turns out, that even as an adult I’m not very good at the video games, as I usually just play them with the “Game Genie” cheat codes, and play for the sake of playing, and not really for the difficulty of completing the hard parts.

Playing Nintendo with my brothers.
Playing Nintendo with my brothers.
My Dad. Don't know where he is or anything, but I just liked the picture.
My Dad. Don’t know where he is or anything, but I just liked the picture.
Trying on all of my brother's hockey gear.
Trying on all of my brother’s hockey gear.
Never too cold for a bike ride.
Never too cold for a bike ride.

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