I'm trying hard to figure out if the guy whose lap you were sitting in in 1969, is the same guy you're standing next to in 1971.
Darling pictures, BTW.
Oh, my younger daughter was born in 1971.
No, two different guys. Those were the days when you could go out with different guys on a regular basis and not be labeled. The one at the Prom I dated for the last two years of HS. Note the giant yarn covered class ring on my left hand.