You blend in so well.
You notice everything.
You remember everything.
You entertain yourself like a busy squirrel collecting food for the winter. Except you collect pictures of robots instead of nuts.
Now you are five.
You look much more like yourself in that salt and pepper jacket.
Very old. Very particular.
You eat fried okra but you won't touch sandwiches. You vomit at the sight of them (literally).
You take pictures all day long.
You are special and unique, just like your name.