My brother recently sent me this one. It's a picture of him and me at the pony carts in Jackson's Point, a resort community fifty miles north of Toronto, where you could rent a cart and drive around, unsupervised, anywhere you wanted. I mean, you couldn't leave town, or anything. The carts were only rented for half an hour. And the ponies had very short legs.
I post this for anyone wondering what I looked like when I was five.
Copies on sale on request.
But how often do I get a chance to say that?
Even if it isn't true.