He was very young — an infant or toddler, perhaps no more than a year or two old when he died.

He lived in a specific time and place: western Montana, approximately 12,600 years ago, during a period when the North American landscape was still adjusting to the end of the Ice Age, when the large animals that had defined the Pleistocene megafauna were beginning their long extinction, and when the human populations of the Americas were in the early stages of spreading across and adapting to the full range of the hemisphere’s environments.

He had parents.

He had a community — a group of people who knew him, who cared for him in his short life, and who, when he died, invested a remarkable amount of their material resources and emotional energy in his burial.