As I was reading all the other letters to seventeen-year-olds, I was loving the insight into what shaped each person, and when a picture was included it took me immediately back to that time: we were young, naive, convinced we were invincible, and still had so very much to learn.

 Anyway, I remembered a picture that I had uploaded to photobucket, so it wasn't lost when the last computer spontaneously combusted.  I think I was eighteen, so it's cheating, just a little, but I love this particular picture because normally my younger brother and I spent our time together trying to at least seriously injure each other.  If we didn't kill each other it is only because my five foot nothing mother was brave enough to step in between us, even though we both towered over her before we even hit our teens.

 Here's the pic...hope it gives you some of the same insight that your pictures have given me.