Photo circa 1963. Mt. Tamalpais
when i look at pictures of myself when i was very young, three or four or younger,
i can’t conjure up what it was like to be that person.
there may be things about the photo that i recall; places, events, objects, but i
still feel like i’m looking at a kid that i know was me, but i don’t really know him.
i wish i could talk to him. ask him some questions. hang out together for a day.