Am I only this middle aged man that I am today?
Are any of us just as we are or are we a composite of all our ages? I cannot help myself: sometimes when, I look at a child I see the adult to come or, when I see an older woman, I see the girl she used to be. Maybe every child has the adult in them and every adult, the child?
Cyn has some remarkable pictures of her aged about 6 on her site. I see the essence of Cynthia today in these innocent and open perspectives. Sometimes this sweet girl just pops out.
Here is the photo that I love the best of me that I hope expresses my own delight in play and adventure. It was taken on a family holiday in Cornwall in England. I am about 6 or 7 then. Do those of you know me see him now and then?
My mother is 77 this year. She is amazed that she is this old and sees herself about about a perpetual 30. As a girl she looked like Grace Kelly
When I get depressed about how frail she has become, I buck myself up, knowing that Rosalie Ann is in there somewhere and that she will come out again when her time is done here where time only moves one way.
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