My Seventy Eight Year Old Neighbor Gave Me A Key To Her Shed And I Was Not Ready For What I Found

It was my face.

There was a date in the corner.

March 12th, 1995.

Thirty-one years ago. I had not been born yet in 1995. I was twenty-eight years old standing in this shed, and someone had been drawing my face for more than three decades before I came to live two houses down from them.

I picked up another one. The same face, a slightly different angle.continue reading …