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    Blurry pictue of me.  Classic salute as well.  I was a goofy kid when growing up, and I never really thought about life in any serious manner (as no kid should ever have to).  But I was exposed to realism super early in my childhood.  I knew of death and that not every solider comes home.  I learned that your pet doesn't live forever.  Toy Story and other fictional movies were just animations.  But I also learned that life isn't always humorus and bright.  Once I learned that I didn't laugh as much, and I started to understand people's thought processes when they did something that was not along the norms of society's social contract.  Other than skimming the truths of how life was, I was a rather normal kid.  I was also corny as some would say today.  I used to write love letters.  I used to think about singing songs, that I thought meant something, to girls that I liked.  I wore my heart on my sleeve.  I was an open book and still am.  There is no cover art or title to this book.  Just a book with some pages filled out and the reast are blank, only being written on by the steps and breaths I take.