I was editing a video for my best friend’s bachelorette when I had to log into Facebook, and my Google Drive, to dig up some older pictures. We’d been friends for over 15 years, and I wanted some glimpses into the earlier stages of our epic friendship so I can use them in the montage.
I found pictures of myself when I was 15–18 years old. At least 11 years younger than I am now, if not more. In a way I never had before, I found myself facing a bizarre yet obvious truth. I was older, and had a history, and now had a grown up self to look back on. Now in the last year of my 20’s, it’s a sobering thought.