My dad sent me another vintage photo of him when he was younger. This time it was taken when he was 11 years old. It's hard to imagine my dad as a child even though he's regaled me with endless stories about him playing war and cowboys. Every time we visit Forres, Scotland (the town where he grew up) he never fails to point out the stone walls and river archways that he used to climb while shooting at his friends with sticks, haha!
Unfortunately he doesn't recall the event that this picture captured so I am left wondering why on earth everyone is wearing those adorable hats!
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| My dad is the fellow third row back, 5th in from the left. He's the one with the titled hat, looking to the side. |
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