This picture was taken when I was about three years old. I’m the one with the red shirt on and the curly hair. The man who I’m holding hands with is my grandpa on my dad’s side. This was my first trip to India and I was getting a little dose of some of it’s architectural beauty. I’ve only seen the Taj Mahal once. Now that I’m older, I can only picture faintly of what it was like. All I’m certain about what was going through my head when I was three was, “Man it’s hot out here!”