Memory of a Photograph

The photograph that first comes to mind is a picture of my little brother and me. I must have been about six years of age, which would have made my brother about a year old. I do not remember where we were because the photographer was very close to us and the background is too dark to see any context. But, from what we are wearing I can assume that we were at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I have on a big white hat that I only wore when I was outside playing in their yard. A lot has changed since the photograph was taken. I have since moved to college and even if I was home, my brother would not be. The photo brings back the feeling of  the closeness of family, something that currently is not as present.