back seat kid. | random stuff I write.
I found this while browsing through some old stuff. I wrote it in Jan, 2006.
“This morning I was on my way home, and I was following a ford ranger for the last few minutes of my trip. In the back seat staring out the window at me was this little boy. He was probably about eight or nine, and he stared at me the whole time I was behind him. I just stared back for a while, all the while I couldn’t help but wish him luck on his journey through life. He reminded me of when I was that young, sitting in the back of my parents station wagon, in the seat that faced the cars behind you. I would watch people just like he was watching me. When I was that young I took life in stride, almost took it for granted. There was no way for me to tell if this kid had been forced to grow up fast because of his life, or maybe he was like me, staring out the window without a care in the world. Just before I turned into my drive way I waved. He gave a half wave back and smiled, almost like he had just been brought back to reality, pulled from the daze of youth. I guess all I really want to say is, good luck kid.
Well I am off to photograph the world…”
… seems so long ago now.
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