Why am I sledding on a trash can lid?

That's me, Di, and Roger at about age 13.

Snow was a rarity in Southern California, someone drove us up the Angeles Crest Highway to play in it.

There is something about my trash can lid that is infinitely cheering. 

I was myself, even back then, even with peer pressure to be like everyone else. I just couldn't help it. 

My paintings are like this trashcan lid... a different way of doing something. An individual way of expressing myself. I knew at the time this photo was taken how different I was from them and how this was funny and sad all at once.

The good part is that I have always had friends, despite the fact that I often and still carry around a trash can lid instead of a regulation Sno-flake slider.