I hope Paul Reubens doesn’t come after me.
There are some photos that simply speak for themselves.
That was me in 1967. Way before Paul Reubens created his Pee-Wee Herman persona. And while most of us don’t remember what we did when we were 4 years old, looking back at a picture like this makes me wish we could.
Another Year Older
So today is my birthday – I know, shameless plug. But as each year adds another tick mark to my ticker, I tend to reflect back on my childhood. When my mom passed away in April 2006, I spent days going through all of the boxes of photos she had accumulated. I found all sorts of pictures [like the one above] that took me back to a place in time that I either didn’t remember at all or could remember vividly like it was yesterday.
And while I know the memories do fade over time, at least I can look at a picture and relive a brief moment of what I looked like many years ago.
Today here in Park City, I am waiting for the sun to come out so I can enjoy my day. A day spent with my daughter, my wife’s granddaughter and of course, my wife. And 10 years from now, I will look at the photos from today and reflect back, bringing back those memories.
That should be interesting.