My parents met in Sweden after World War II, and my little sister and I were both born there, in a town called Eskilstuna (funny name!) We came to Canada by boat.
I remember that itchy brown woolen snowsuit; this was before they had soft, puffy snowsuits in decent colors (modern kids itch less.)
It’s hard to believe my sister and I were ever actually this cute. The photographer may have had a special extra-cuteness camera lens.
Both of us were always drawing, writing and reading.
One day when I was 5, I wanted to draw and there was no paper in the house, so my Mum ironed a brown paper bag and I did that black cat picture in crayon on it (it was the cat’s birthday, that’s why there’s a present).
For my 6th birthday, my present was a new red raincoat, so of course I had to do a self-portrait.
I started keeping a journal in grade 3. As you can see, I had enormously large handwriting. I enjoyed writing from the minute I learned how.