Mine is of a time when I was 3. My father was having me sit in a chair that had a hole in it and I was mad and crying. He took a photo of me that way and I have the photo to this day. I remember that I was wearing a diaper and rubber pants over that (these were the days before disposable diapers). These do not show in the photo, as I am wearing a dress which covered them. The chair was a lawn chair, but was made of wood and was hard and uncomfortable. So that was why I was crying. I did not want to be in that chair, but was being forced to stay there for the photo.