A Reoccurring Dream: I'm a little boy, at the age when first memories begin to form...the youngest I ever was. Not yet fully aware of myself. I'm sitting in front of a television. A commercial comes on - for what, it doesn't matter - starring another little boy. He's blonde. He's handsome. I know because my babysitter says so.
A little boy thought: I'm blonde! So I am handsome!
I run to the bathroom to look at myself. I see the boy in the mirror.
A little boy thought: I don't look like the boy on TV...
...I must not be handsome.
My first memory; my first disappointment.
There is an element of this dream in every day that's happened since.
It's not always easy
4 years ago
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