Every so often, I like to pore over the few pictures we still have that were taken when I was a boy growing up in a small town in Ohio. There I am, a winsome little lad, tucked away in a back row or off by myself in a corner. And all by choice, for I was painfully shy as a child.

Why, the little fellow staring back at me from those old pictures hardly seems to be me at all. The fact is that little boy hardly is me.

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