Am I my 10 year old self?

This is a photograph (of a photograph) of me as kid, wading in the water where conch were being kept in little coral corrals next to a pile of discarded shells off the coast of Carriacou. Carriacou is a small island that is part of Grenada, where my mother conducted research for her graduate work in geography. We visited several times when I was growing up and I have many distinct memories from those visits. I remember making kites with my friends, laying in the bottom of the sailboat feeling sea sick, being gifted a beautiful mango, drawing ruins, playing make-shift cricket and getting sunburned on my 13th birthday, making drinking chocolate, another kid (a family friend) standing in front of the crashing surf yelling "Peace and love! Peace and love to all the world!", a friend arriving with a pet cat in a sack for us (with a piece of bread that had a bite taken out of it), which we named Professor McGonagall, watching my brother lose a footrace to some very fast girls, wat...