Me.

I recognized my face with the strange certainty of someone who had seen very few pictures from that age.

I had owned copies of old care records, a school photograph, and images from homes where someone happened to have a camera.

This picture was earlier.

My feet did not reach the ground.

One hand held the swing chain.

The other was lifted toward whoever stood behind the camera.

On the back, written in dark ink, were the words: