Old school time. Remember those chunky disc cameras that were so hot. Well I got one and burned a rounb of film in less than hour. Some how I managed to miss Dad in all of these. My head makes an appearance in one. Since it is the one of Grandma, I assume that Dad has highjacked the camera and taking miserable shots of those that are shy to it.
But I have no idea when this was. Fill me in.
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