This series is about the fantasy of reliving the best part of my childhood as an adult through the fog of selective memory.  Through a collection of candidly captured images taken in various locations around the world, I aim to revisit moments from my past using images that reflect my subconscious childhood.  Like dreams, memories are distorted, twisted, and vanish over time, especially when recalling them decades later. 

As an 11-year-old, I vividly recall returning home from school and enthusiastically telling my mother that I believed I was experiencing the happiest phase of life. Looking back from middle age, I find that assertion to be true. At that time, I hadn't reached puberty and bore no burdens of responsibility. The year was 1989, devoid of internet, social media, or mobile phones. It marked a carefree and whimsical period of my upbringing in a suburban enclave on Florida's west coast. When not in school, my days were spent surrounded by my close friends, playing until we had to return home for dinner.   

By most definitions, I am a street photographer, and in line with the long tradition of the genre, I capture unaltered public life.  When photographing a city, I rely on intuition rather than preconceived plans. Eventually, I believe one points the camera at themselves and photographs themselves if they are honest and react on instinct.  In many ways I am still that little 11-year-old boy.