This girl, I’m looking at her. I recognize her in a way: I remember seeing this picture of myself throughout the years since it was taken, so I remember that it’s a picture of me, and I can figure out that I must have been around eleven years old. But I also don’t recognize her in a way: I feel I should know her but I don’t. I look at her and wonder, where is she now? Who is she? Is she still in me somewhere? Still a part of me? I can see why I’ve been drawn to…