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Being 13

Ya know, 13 can be an awkward age for some young people. Different parts of the body seem to develop and grow on their own schedule, with little sensitivity to the 13 year-old's interest in or readiness for such change.

The good thing is that the picture generally starts to improve noticeably beginning maybe as early as 14, and fully complete for most by the end of the 17th year. (My amateur observations, not necessarily the views shared by knowledgeable professionals.)

So here I am at 13, on a farm field in Louisiana in 1957

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scott said…
I love the photo..and the hat !!!
April 11, 2009 at 10:43 AM
Vivi said…
I can relate. The 13th year was not so kind to me either (and a few others too!).
April 13, 2009 at 2:36 PM
Hilary said…
This picture makes me laugh! I can only imagine what my boys will look like at 13. Not a glamorous age for most.
April 13, 2009 at 10:41 PM
Heather said…
haaaaa haaaaaaaaa haaaaaaa
April 13, 2009 at 10:47 PM
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