Those were the days...

I can remember the evening this was taken - early 1950's! I remember the trousers were brown corduroy and I hated them. I can remember being forced to sit and have my photo taken when all I really wanted to do was play outside. I can remember my father going apoplectic at the cost of the pics, keeping the proof and rejecting the rest. I think my mother got the blame. The dog was called Snuff, my best friend. She slept at the foot of the bed, it was a good way to keep warm. Awful days.