September 17, 2018:
Eight years old, by the date on the print. Would have guessed two years younger.
I remember the day. My cousin's older friend was fascinated by cockatiels. What's a cockatiel?, I thought. We went searching for them.
The kid is very stiff. Standing at attention with both arms down, like a military cadet. I'm very loose, leaning with an elbow on the arm of my youngest cousin's stroller. The difference in attitude is perhaps deliberate, although I don't remember what I thought of him.