The joy of youthful voices
Today I'm digitizing the voices of children when they were much younger. Put into simple terms - I'm putting a tape onto a CD/mp3. What fun to hear words being newly pronounced, and high pitches in voices. Knowing the kids at their current age, their voices and vocabularies have certainly matured. I wonder how people look at me some times. I'm currently in living in my birthplace. There are people that I encounter on Sunday mornings who probably saw me when I was just newly home from the hospital, still in diapers. Half a century later, they still see me. But what do they see? I suppose they see an older man - but sometimes I wonder if, for them, there is still the image of a baby in the midst of the baritone voice of an adult. And is that such a bad thing?
