I remember when I looked like this, it was only yesterday. But now when I have to look in a mirror, it lies. It shows gray and wrinkles and weariness. The smiles, now, carry the burden of time and experience. The smile in the picture above is new, unknowing, unaware. There's a certain cockiness that it hasn't earned. Too much time in a sheltered cocoon - protected from the onslaught of living. But that would change, as it should and must. Living has its own story to engrave on that youthful smile.