I’m not sure what this experience really counts as. Clones? Alternate reality? All I know is that it’s an experience that’s stuck with me for nearly all of my life. The events I’m about to tell you about happened when I was fairly young, between the ages of six to eight tentatively. I’m twenty now, so you’ll have to forgive me if I miss a detail or two. I will try to be as descriptive and detailed as I possibly can, considering what I remember. Anyways, this is the story about the time I met another me in a mirror.
My family has a long history of working on boats. My mother was a wedding coordinator for a yacht company and my stepfather was a captain for that very same company. My biological father, who I still see often and am on good terms with, was a DJ on a rival yacht company. These companies were known for hosting cruises around the harbor they rested in. They did other events like weddings, birthday parties, and things like that, but, general cruises around the area for rich tourists and the like were the most popular. It was a very rich-people sort of business with a rich-people sort of vibe. The boats were huge, well kept, and the fanciest things on the harbor. It was kind of ridiculous and very over priced, but hey, it was a business. So cheers to them, I guess.