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? 

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