1979

I help Vicki with her baby doll.

Practising for our prom pictures, I suppose.

My first fish.

Vicki's first fish.

Our first fishes. Probably my last. I didn't care for fishing all that much, but it was fun enough catching this one. I decided to create different sorts of rites of passages for myself as the years went on. Too much killing and hurting in the traditional ones.

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