I was born at 4:12 a.m. on November 25, 1951 at the Wright-Patterson Air Force Base hospital. I have no memory of that, and the only proof I have is a birth certificate. Without that clue, I would not have these details. As I search for my past I find that more clues are external than internal. This might say a lot about the concept of downloading. I'm learning that the brain isn't big on details.

This my mom showing me off to my father's grandmother in rural Indiana. I have no memory of her. Before finding this picture I had no memory of ever seeing it before, even though it's from a scrapbook my mother made for me in 1984. If my brain was downloaded would there be anything in the cells about this event? How much is stored in the brain? This is me before I understood language, so if I did have a memory of being in Indiana meeting my great grandmother, they would probably be stored images or sensations.

I'm guessing it's 1952 because I look one or less. Probably can't even walk. There's a chance this could be a photo from Ohio. There should have been a law that requiring every photo to come with a date stamp with the photo finishing.

My grandmother (Nanny), me and my mother, Virginia Dare Harris, nee Little. The date on this photo is 1953. My sister was born on Friday the 13th, of November of 1953 in Miami, Florida. Either the date is wrong on the photo, or it's early in the pregnancy, which would make me about one and a half. Red brick wasn't common in Miami at the time, so maybe this was from Mississippi, or Memphis. I have no memory of being this young. I know we lived in Memphis after my sister was born, which would make it 1954, and I'd be two and a half.

This photo was date stamped the week of July 26, 1954, which would make me two and a half. Thus indicating that the picture above was from a time before my sister was born. If Becky had been in the picture here, she would have been 8 months old. I'm guessing we lived in Memphis then. One of my earliest memories is living in an apartment building, and I think the upstairs apartment, and I remember a teenage kid with a broken leg and crutches. That's an odd memory. I guess seeing someone on crutches sticks to the brain. This picture might be from that time period.

I graduated from Kindergarten in 1956 when I was five. My birthday is November 25th, and by today's standards I would have been held back, because this meant I started 1st grade at age five. I have no memory of this photograph being taken. I remember dressing up in the white graduation gown. It was the only time I participated in any of my school graduations. I have a few memories from Kindergarten, but damn few if you think that I attended two hundred classes. I can't remember even one classmate. I can't even remember the teacher.

I believe this photo was taking during the time my grandmother (Ma), Helen D. Harris, took care of me and my sister. My father was in the Air Force and was stationed up north, and my mother was at a Valley Forge, PA, hospital for turberculosis. The photo was at our house in Hollywood, Florida. This house was very new, but it looks old in the photo. The Florida sun ages everything.

Another picture from the same house in Hollywood, Florida, Christmas day 1958. Becky is the redhead, Patty, the girl flashing the photographer was Becky's best friend. The other little girl was Jody, who was several years younger than us. I was seven. I'm sorry that Michael Kevin Ralph wasn't in the picture. He was my best friend. What's weird is I remember being this age and I felt much bigger. This is one of my favorite childhood times.