I got a photo of mine (actually 2), pretty big sized, when i was a baby. So i took the only one in color, made a photo of it (because it was too big for a scanner) and i converted it. ... dare to follow me!
Before you ask: At that moment (apperently), i did not want to be on the photo. Like hell i knew what kind of thing was that 'shooting' at me?
Makes you wonder if my parents ever would think i would become like i am now...
<removed on request from parental influence>