Psychology Today | 12.08.2026 01:50
There's an old photograph that opens my memoir, Confessions of a Former Child: A Therapist's Memoir. In it, I'm maybe six years old, dressed head to toe in cowboy gear—hat, chaps, bandanna, the whole sheriff-gonna-clean-up-Dodge kit—looking at the world like I already had a few things figured out. This is how I dressed on Saturday mornings back then.
![Meeting Your Clone From the Future [World of Tomorrow]](https://cdn.thefuse.co.za/images2/d/0/d/9/2/d0d92be5-e977-31bb-9eec-f0c8cb4f2043-480x270.jpg)
