Me and my dad

I had our old 8mm films converted some time ago, but had not taken a close look at the results yet. Tonight, I watched myself growing up until I was around four years old. There’s more footage but that’s for another night.

As I was watching, I realized that it’s almost one year ago since my dad past away. I paused the video at this image where my dad is holding me. I was born in October 1971, so I think this should be some time in spring or summer of 1972.