The Young Writer

This was me when I was younger. I am sitting with my cat and a strange boy that used to bother me a lot. My cat’s name was Sunshine. This picture is from my scrapbook from long ago. I still have the book, the boy still bothers me but the cat is no longer with me.

This was me in Buenos Aires Argentina this year. It’s in a nice suburb called San Isidro. We took the train to El Tigre to go to McDonalds and on the way back stopped off here to get some coffee and sugar. It was a Sunday and very quiet.