did you have a journal or diary growing up? maybe you still keep one? do you ever go back and read it and laugh at yourself a little bit, for how naive you seem, or the meaningless things you concerned yourself with seemed so important back then? it makes sense, you’ve grown since then, learned from that experience, can laugh at your former self for seeming so young.
interestingly, i find it to be the opposite with self portraits. at the time i am taking them, i think, ‘this is so silly…who do i think i am taking my own photo? so narcissistic!’ but a few years later, i’m glad i have them, i’m glad i can look back and see how i’ve changed, and remember the way i felt that day by the big smile on my face. since i’m always the one taking the photos, others rely on me to have the camera and my photo is rarely taken. i don’t love having my photo taken, obviously more comfortable behind the lens, as most photographers are. i’m sure that later in life, when i look back on all of these experiences and milestones in life that i photograph, it will be good to see me in there, too.