It is uncanny. I look at you and I see me, 53 years ago. I look at your face, your smile and I remember seeing me, in a mirror, when I was six years old.
I feel as if a younger self time traveled here.
So what can I tell my younger six? Be a good boy, play with everyone, and it will be hard to keep quiet in school and fold your hands - but you will be rewarded for it (took me a while to learn that too)
|Your photo this morning|
|Me when I was six|