Recognizing Myself
When you look at yourself in the mirror, who do you see? Yes, obviously it's you, looking back at yourself. But when you imagine yourself, without a mirror to help you, do you picture the person that you see every day? Or do you remember yourself from days gone by? I'm now in my 60s but sometimes I can't get my head around that number. I'm now older than my mother was when our second daughter was born: I'm less than three years away from the age that my dad was when he died. When I was younger, I resembled my mom and her side of the family more than I resembled the Brown side of the family. My sisters have had more of a Brown resemblance, though you could—and still can—see my mom in them. I was recently looking at old high-school photos, and I came across my Grade 9 photo. Looking at that kid's face, I don't see myself at all: at least, not the person I've ever imagined I was. I suppose, at the time, when I saw that photo for the first time, I acknow...
