I was never one to make a big deal over Pictures; But I always made times to go over family albums. Lets spend time with family. Family yesterday, family today! But with the accumulation of yesterdays and the possibility of shrinking tomorrows, I find myself returning, as I am getting older as many kids my age do, for another glimpse of a memory that was once the present.

In looking at mine, I become aware that it is so recent in the stretch of man’s history that we have been able to stop time and see them later on like when they used to be the present. Logic is one of my favorite song writers because he is able to bring back the passed to the present so naturally, so abnormally impressive.

The people in the pictures are all strangers. My parents young, caught before I came to claim the throne. It feels like I am looking at myself in a different gender or with blonde hair. They seem so free then but some much happier now. And I am, to me, the strangest of all.

There is a photograph of me on a pony before the incident that took my cousins life; in another I am dressed in church dress outfit when I was 9 and lived in a Calipatria apartment. I can remember the outfit even now, looking at the picture, I remember what happened before the picture vividly specifically how there was so much work just for that picture.

In the pictures I pass from skinny to chubby and unfortunately, I am still chubby. Looking at my dad in the pictures I should have known

In other pictures, I am batman, Rey mysterio, fancy hit-man; I loved to dress up to expect to become the impossible, and I still dream of doing or becoming the impossible.

It would socially appropriate to state on this day that I reminisce on all those who have passed, but the truth is that my eyes are drawn back to pictures of my odd self in the pictures.

And the picture that makes me laugh the most is one not with the actually picture but its background that I remember specifically. I believe it was taken in the back of my house while filming multiply videos for my YouTube channel before we went to the beach. I had taken off my sun glass, a touch of being humble for those who saw me through a screen.

My Sharks hat with a big logo right in the middle while the hat is covering my eyebrows, my language was so choppy, looked, and felt, like I was running out of breathe because I was speaking as fast as I could, as my parents did not allow me to have a YouTube channel as it was to dangerous.

My empty hands in the picture will soon be filled with pride, and hard work as I would put so much time and dedication for my YouTube channel, My hat was more for the matter of showing everyone that I loved hats, I would wear that hat not because of the team because I didn’t even like hockey but because of all the memories I had with the hat.

The kid smirks as if he knew he would discover his love for making videos and his nostalgic start to what was only the beginning to his future.

I try once more to enter the picture and transform what I was that day when the cloudy day

Disobeyed what was so dangerous and I was so eager to accomplish and to experience what my parents so desperately try to keep me from.

When That picture was taken, My cousin still was alive, he had not yet been killed in a tragic accident. I had not yet cried with anger and sorrow for a few years during my birthday because the person I shared my day with was gone. When this photo was taken, he had not yet baby sit me, encouraged me to play an instrument, taken his last breath.

My grandmother was still alive, and she was still healthy enough to take care of herself as I would visit her every weekend. The kid that jumped with joy and who encouraged me to make the video, had not yet became the person I proudly call brother and we had not yet been the first in our family to separate from our other relatives.

I had not yet seen my first subscriber, had not yet felt my feet levitate from excitement as I rapidly grew in views and subscribers

I had no Idea my life would become as joyful or as miserable as it has been; that I would re find my passion, have wonderful friends and left behind two. I could not have Imagined that I actually would be able to dedicate myself to school and play video games- even over play video games. I simply cannot re-create the picture with all those emotions.

I have had an easy and difficult childhood, I have done well both good and bad in school; I am not Ms. Henry, but life so far has been great so far I can’t wait for the future

At 17 we are fascinated by the mystery of our future, what roads we will take, and won’t take, and our family encourages this as they guide us through the narrow paths. A parent discovers a video from the kid that loved to make videos in the picture in Calipatria and another made less than a week ago, on Saturday. She was surprised with my talent and progression. I am getting there.

I would wish for my child or grandchild of mine to create videos, my Father so desperately hoped I would not do. In the pictures taken not so many years later I have grown taller. It is genetic but I believe it’s just the beginning of giant, and I find I cannot enter the picture of that kids smirk on his face who is still a stranger to me still filled with that same emotion only your passion can give.