Sweet Sixteen

Sweet sixteen, no not Matthew holding my very old identity document, but the black and white photo of me in the ID Book. Although Matthew is seventeen he could pass as me at the same age if you compare him to the photo of me at 16 years old. I was a tall skinny boy back then with a mop of hair much like Matthew is today.

Wow, time has flown; I still have memories of me getting my photograph taken for this ID Book when we lived in Scottburgh; and that navy blue polar necked Celtic knot jersey that my mom knitted for me. I remember that I had that jersey for quite a long time.

Sweet sixteen I aren’t anymore with a lot of water under the bridge but surely I am still good looking?