I was a sickly child when we returned from Iran to the States.
My Mom just assumed that is what kids did.
When I was first examined in the States, the doctor asked my Mom kindly if she was aware I had a heart murmur. I am sure she was shocked to hear I needed surgery! I was only four, but it was the first time anyone had suggested that I needed to have something fixed!
At four, you don't worry about such things like how a surgery might go. I found 10 whole days in the hospital annoying, hated the physical therapy nurse David, but loved the presents. I can be seen with my huge stuffed bear named Griffiths as that was the name of the Air Base where my Dad worked. I also decided that gravy was nasty due to dinners that always seemed to contain mashed potatoes.
My Mom dug this photo out for me because at Another Freaking Scrappy has a new challenge:
Scrap or art journal your baby picture. Journal anything unusual or interesting – were you a twin? Sickly? Curious?
I am not quite a baby in this photo but young. It had NEVER occurred to me to scrap this until Anne suggested it because it's not a super awesome part of my life I remember, but it happened just the same! Have the huge scar to prove it!
Here is the side view so you can see the dimension.
I really hope you get to give this challenge a try!