The 2 year old version of me shows a part of my personality that I still portray to this day. During the time of this photo, I believe I was at a party and heard my friend crying in the distance. As fast as my tiny legs could take me, I waddled over to her, immediately, and comforted her so she did not cry anymore. In …show more content…
In this essay she also talks about a childhood picture that she stumbled upon, and included in this picture, is a 6 year old girl that gave the impression that the pet budgerigar in her hand was all that she cared for. She continues to talk about the importance of photos in her life, what they mean and how much they mean to her. Furthermore, she describes her feelings towards her father, as well as her mother. Continuing onto the back of the photo, there are 2 inscriptions: one from her mother and one from herself. She questions her mother about what she wrote and what she had; she comes to the conclusion that, even though there is one picture, there are conflicting memories behind them. Additionally, she explains her passion for family photos, and how much they mean to her.
Evidently, in Annette Kuhn’s photo as well as my baby picture, there are deeper meanings behind them. Annette was able to use her baby picture to connect with her father, while in my picture, in a different sense, I could connect with my father. It can be determined that she had a better relationship with her father, she could also be called a “daddy’s girl”. Related to that, in my picture, the ecstatic grin on my father’s face shows how satisfied he is with me and my actions. In this picture I may not be physically seen as a daddy’s girl, however in another picture of mine, it is very …show more content…
Also, in this photo we were at a party and they were having families come take pictures, in order for them to remember the night of fun. In the image from left to right is: me, my dad, my mom, my older brother, and my younger brother. This picture reveals that since I am seen “cuddled up” with my father, I could also be considered a “daddy’s girl”. Dressed in a deep red racerback dress and toting a bright pink purse, I have my scrawny little arms, with a single gold bracelet, around my dad, who is clothed in a beige Nigerian outfit. I chose to pose like this because I love my dad and he spoils me more than my mom. My dad has his arm serenely around me, as a sign of