100. Photo
Ducky flicked through all the photos he had accumulated through the years. Ah, there was the picture of him at three years of age. Well, he was glad he had grown past the age of wearing his mother's high heels for fun.
And then him at six, at school. His friends had come over that day for his birthday party. That had been a good day in his life. A very good day.
Ah, there he was at sixteen. His blonde hair had flowed in the breeze and the Scottish highlands had been calling to his adventurous self, when his mother took that photo. Ducky looked at his younger self's hands. There in his hands was his namesake. 'Being a vet', he thought 'would have been hell.' Ducky chuckled.
FML. I'll be back. Schools a tart. Expect something maybe in a week or so when I get off school for 2 weeks. Hope you enjoyed this little drabble. I enjoyed writing it.