In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Snapshot Stories.”
Open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there . Tell us the story of that photo.
From the moment I read through the line first picture of yourself you see there, I panicked.
You know the effort I exert to not allow the blogosphere to have a glimpse of my face. Evidence of that is the post: An Image of Me? Seriously?
I calmed down when the first picture was that. A picture of my back. Here’s how the story goes:
Once a upon a time, there lived an ugly duckling. He was sad.
That’s not right. Let me rectify that.
A sentiment of excitement exploded in me. I was ready to slide down the yellow water slide for I don’t know, the billionth time.
Sad to say, without my trusty goggles, I had difficulty finding the ledge located somewhere beneath the stairs to give me a boost out of the water.
That’s about everything there is in the picture. That also shows how lame my attempts at these prompts.
RedefiningRandom 