As adults, you try to match the setting, costumes, positions, and facial expressions, and recast the picture.
The blogosphere tags the results as "hilarious," but sometimes they are decidedly homoerotic.
But sometimes that dazed childhood expression becomes depressing in an adult, as if he's looking back on his life, wondering how so many years managed to slip by unnoticed.
And when the "kids" were already grown up, with biceps and baskets, the recreations show the ravages of time, as muscle turns to fat, heads become bald, faces become gaunt.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
Oh, well, back to the homoerotic.