or: ahhh, the poetry of life.
I think the picture below speaks for itself.
It’s the first picture I’ve ever seen of my dad as a kid. The picture came to me this past xmas among a pile of pictures I received from my eldest half sister of our old man at different ages and stages.
It’s my dad (with his own older sister) when he was 12 on a visit to Stratford-upon-Avon.