Where Am I?
I'm on an island called St. Simons and I'm pretending.
I'm imagining that I am an archeologist. Except they use brushes and gloves and they don't sit on the historic stuff they dig up!
Well, I wasn't really a part of an archeological dig. I was sitting on a tabby wall, of Fort Frederica, built in 1742. The tabby is a mixture of shells and dirt and not a bit comfortable. And I have a feeling you're not supposed to climb it!
A Better Place
So I found a better place to hang out, inside one of the cannons.
A Safe and Sunny Place
The sun was warm and the chilly winds were blocked. But I didn't feel all that safe against any Spanish invaders, since this cannon was clearly not in working order. Then again, that might not have been the safest place to sit, if it had been!
Little White House
As you can see, I was sitting in the moon shaped window of the family outhouse. The Carters had no indoor plumbing when they moved here in 1928. I don't think this is the original outhouse or that would be kind of weird to pose here. Mostly, I had a nice view of Mr. Carter's sweet little white house, where he grew up! When he was just a little kid, I'll bet he never knew he'd be living in the big White House one day!
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.