I don't have any recollection of this photo being taken, but I had that tapestry up until a few years ago when it got lost in a move. I loved it! My Mom used to say I was always a happy child.
I think I mortified my Grandmother when she took me shopping for my 4th or 5th birthday and I insisted that I had to have a Cabbage Patch doll. But I loved it.
I loved playing dress up, baking, cleaning, and making crafts.
My Mom had a "cleaning lady" come to the house and I always followed her around with a mop or a duster. I loved cleaning!
My older sisters were into dirt bikes and wrestling. I never understood their interest.
What is funny to me is that I never felt "different" exactly. I was different, but I didn't feel it. When I began to have sexual feelings at about 11 or 12, it seemed utterly natural to me to be attracted to other boys.