This photo is from 1968. I had just turned 1 year old, so I only know this story as my mother told me. At that time my family consisted of my parents, my sister Kerstin and me. My brother was born 2 years later , so we were still four in this summer. We were on a camping holidays on the Baltic Sea.
For me it was the first holidays of my young life. My parents had a little radio and as soon as music started, I started to dance. I had just learned to walk recently and stumbled rather uncertainly around the area, but dancing was so much easier for me and was my passion even then.
According to the stories, I have did this very seriously and this can you see on my face.
In the photo I stand on the camping table and offered a little show to my sister, my mom and my dad behind the camera. But not the smallest smile came over my lips, as much as the others laughed. Very concentrated I've perfected my dance style and wobbled more violently with my little butt. Even the neighbors in the adjoining tent were amused by the little dance mouse. Today I'm still love dancing , but never without a smile on my face. Meanwhile I love to smile and to laugh and I do it often.
HA HA HA. perfect accent here. Your story is wonderful and you are so lucky to have the wonderful photo of the moment. Your rocked the journaling. Thanks for taking the heritage challenge!!
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