My daughter is 33 years old today. My wife and I were 33 when she was born. It's a strange mindfuck kind of feeling to look at her and remember ourselves back then. I had a small bakery in Hawai'i. Note the sacks of flour that Barbara would carry herself sometimes. Strong women make strong babies a lot of the time.
She was always an acrobat. This was only the beginning.
After 20 years of practice she got a job! That was 13 years ago. She's a massage therapist now and plays violin pretty OK.