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?