We had a fun Easter weekend at my dads place in Enderby... he, my step-mom, sister and brother-in-law, and their two kids were there... had a great meal.

My step-mom hid a bunch of Easter eggs for the kids to find... and of course I followed behind with camera in-hand...

This was my favorite photo of the outing... my nephew having just placed another egg in the basket, and checking out what all he's got in there now.





Looking at the photo now... I was struck by the thought that I, of course, was his age once... and I know I had a great childhood full of fun, dirt, earthworms, etc... but I only know I had that great childhood because of photos, stories, etc.

I wonder... why is it I can't remember a dang, single, thing about life when I was that age?

I wouldn't expect to remember a lot of details... but surely I should remember some scraps, of a few random specifics.

But honestly... as far as my memory goes, it's like I was born 11 or 12 years old... because that's as far back as I can remember anything.

And this thinking led me, of course, to the only logical conclusion ... that I am a clone, who was brought into existence, through Star Trekian technologies, as a grown boy.

Which is... I have to admit... a disturbing realization.... makes me wonder who that kid is in all those baby photos.... o_O