|Yorkshire 1969 unknown photographer|
When I see this photograph of the boy who was me, I think about how we live our lives with the feeling that there is a plan, or at least one will emerge from the years spent. I think of the books I read and the dreams I had of far away places with exotic names, I think of adventure. I think about how he didn't know what I know now, though he was always curious and never stopped asking questions. He didn't know he would travel, the concept of different places came later. He didn't know he would one day play a musical instrument like his grandfather. He never imagined the sound and shape of foreign words on his tongue, even the ones in his own language were strange. He knew the concept of love from his parents and family but he never knew he would meet you.