I found this photo a couple weeks ago, and did a double take when I saw the date printed on the back — November 1989.

I stared at it, wondering, “Who is that girl in the red dress? Why is she grinning so big?”

I was four then.

Hard to believe that was 20 years ago.

All grown-ups were children first. (But few remember it.)

-The Little Prince

I mulled it over for a while — the trajectory of time and experience.

It’s sad, in a way, how memories fade, how a moment so concrete can turn to dust.

It’s also sublime knowing that somewhere that girl still exists, and somehow we are connected to people long gone and people yet to come.

In the end, it all blends together. We are yesterday, tomorrow and today.