Face to face with my younger self

Yesterday I met my infant self. He must have been four of five years of age. And he was kind of annoyed by me looking so caringly at him. He was not a pretty boy. All disturbed and uneasy about being at a Childerns Nursery some 30 kms from home. He hated to be separaeted thus from his Mom and Dad. And then when I knelt down to inspect his face closely he ran away to Mom for security.
Funny.