These are my favourite photos from my early childhood. There I am, running through the buttercups in the field at the back of the small farm I grew up on. That's my sister in the top photo, showing me which way to go. My mum has the camera. These are earlier than my memories stretch back, but I'm guessing I hadn't been walking long, and you can see the sense of joyous freedom on my face as I charge across that field.
The big pile of rocks at the top of the first photo is probably the one I fell on when I was a little older, cutting my wrist open on a broken bottle, requiring stitches I can still see today. Less than a centimetre from the main artery. I do remember that day, possibly one of my earliest memories. A tea-towel wrapped tight around my wrist as my mum drove me to A&E.
"You didn't cry," Mum tells me, "until they stuck a needle in your bottom at the hospital. Then you howled."
You don't bring me flowers anymore... the least you could do is bring me the answers to this week's Saturday Snapshots. No need to feel Guilty if you didn't get them all right...
Martin was this week's winner, though he needed help with some of the answers from C, FurryBoots and Chris. Charity Chic gets extra points for the detective work involved in cracking #10.
10. Three step Eddie takes an E with a boy cat on the road to death.
