There are at this point, no photos of me as a child. It’s not that there weren’t any taken, but it’s something my father confiscated as a way to be spiteful to my mother in the divorce. All I have now are some memories, and very few at that. I had considered trying to scan some of the photos when I was on better terms with him, but I never got around to it and at this point I’m seriously thinking I’m done with him for good.
I think they’d jog some memories loose though. For that, I wish I could have gotten another look at them when it was theoretically possible.