I'm the little chubby one in the front.  Eventually there is an even dozen.  We use to flash our hands at strangers at gas stations when they would look into our van and try counting.  Just give them the two high fives.  We were raised in the great San Jauquin Valley but our favorite stomping grounds were in Humbolt County - north among the big trees and the Trinity River.  Everyone scattered in adulthood.  All the grandchildren hardly know each other.  I would not want to grow up without this treasured sense of belonging somewhere.  These are my people and they are all fascinating stories in themselves.