Stranded.

These are two pictures of me with my mother and brother at around 6 or 7 months. One striking similarity between the shots must be immediately apparent: the questioning look at the sky.

All these years I’ve been wondering what I was pondering at that moment, and I think I’ve finally remembered. I seem to recall that I was looking at the part of the sky where I last saw the spaceship diminishing into the distance, and wondering why it had left me behind and whether the captain would suddenly say ‘whoops’ and come back for me. He never did, and I haven’t got over it yet.