My younger self (around 12) and I (now 24) would probably have long drawn out moments of silence here, gazing at the magnificence of the world, thinking of some cool stuff. I'd probably screw up the moment by attempting small talk. My younger self would then look at me, my attire, my body language, my personality- smile, and go back to gazing in the stars. I'd admire his solemnity, and he would admire my curiosity- two sides of the same progressive coin.