I was a cowboy Christmas of '67

[Karadeniz]

15. What a cutie you were...probably still are!!!! Love the poem and the story. My

brother got a cowboy hat and gun/holster about age 3. A photographer came to our house to take photos for our passports... we were joining dad in Japan. Well! After much arguing to get Rusty to take off his hat, mother gave up. His passport had him in his cowboy hat and tears in his eyes from almost losing his fight for justice. Then, in Japan, mother dropped us off for a kids matinee. Big mistake. A cowboy movie came on and Rusty, in his hat and toting his gun, ran to the front of the screen and began shooting at it, making the loud gunshot noises. I must have put the rest of that day into amnesialand!