I just tried to put my mind back into my nine year old self. I was just looking at an old photo of me where I had to be around that age, wearing a Transformers shirt with a bubbled-out plastic picture of Optimus Prime. I am holding an indistinguishable piece of paper and I’ve look full of mischief. The silver Honda Civic I would learn to drive in is waiting in the background to deliver me many powerful memories that would lead to adulthood. This person in the photo is ME about twenty six years ago! I can see how I saw the world then, my concerns, thoughts. But the view is a bit of the tunnel view as if I’d try putting on that Transformers shirt now, only getting it around my head. The loudest thing I see, though, is hope. I was always hopeful.