I turn 40 this week.
It's neither with a sense of despair nor a sense of dread that I face the beginnings of my fifth decade on this planet; however, I must admit to a certain disbelief.
I mean: have 40 years really gone by since I looked like this?
Not to mention the fact that I still have quite vivid memories of being this little boy, at about the time of the Watergate hearings.
Thanks to a thoughtful gift from a sibling, I now have a larger collection of photos from what we might call The Awkward Years (also known as the 1980s), but I'll be keeping those to myself for now.
I can't imagine I'm the only one who looks at past pictures of oneself and struggles to believe that it's really them in there.
On the other hand, I look at something like the following, and remember almost exactly what it felt like.
A scraped knee, some unflattering sandals and a tricycle several sizes too small: no wonder that little guy seems to be having an insight into the absurdity of existence.
Death Cab for Cutie, 'Brothers on a Hotel Bed'
[UPDATE] While we're getting all nostalgic and all (and maybe picking up on Francis's 'heart still in Illinois' comment), here's Wilco, missing the innocence they've known.
Wilco, 'Heavy Metal Drummer'