High on the Mountaintop

What do you get when you bring ten Crains up to the top of a mountain for a picture taking session?
You get a really sweet shot of Mom and Dad...



a nice shot of the sweet, good-looking girls...

(Did you know that I am the oldest in my family, but I'm also the shortest?)


and a decent one of the goofy-looking boys. (My brother Tim is the youngest...and the tallest.)

(Did you know our family is perfectly symmetrical? There are 8 kids and we go in order girl (me), boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy. Yeah, I know we're cool!)


Then after all that looking purty for the camera things went downhill quickly....
First there were the "pregnant belly" shots...


and pained expressions...


an attempted kidnapping...



a very melodramatic chest bumping episode...


and before long we probably would have been accused of literally being "high" on the mountaintop as we rolled on the ground in laughter over a conversation about a yarmulke and being part Jewish (a joke) and eventually the difference between circumcision and castration for my sister who didn't know the difference. (for you AL---circumcision=normal, castration=bad)

I'm sure to anyone else we looked silly and immature (and we probably are), but those are the stuff of which memories are made of.

Good times.

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