Little Me

I see that Lope has posted a picture of herself when she was little, (she was beautiful, of course), standing on a boat it looks like, hair still wet from swimming in a lake.

My natural domain was the driveway, or the yard, or the woods near my house. There was a creek running through it, but that's it as far as water. Instead of boats I had Big Wheels; instead of fish I caught crawdads.

I can't complain.

Lope says she feels like she's returning to her original self, her true self - the little girl in the picture - and I agree. That makes me happy for her. It seems like we all lose sight of ourselves at some point growing up, and when you think about it, twenty years isn't such a long time to spend separated.

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Here's a picture of me as a kid. I'm not sure if I recognize the boy in this picture... I didn't really know him, you know? I was too busy *being* him... I didn't have much self-awareness growing up, and when people who knew me tell me stories, I'm always surprised.

I don't know. He seems like a nice little kid.

Maybe we'll meet again soon, and I'll recognize him.