The Old Photograph

What am I?
And
Where is that boy,
standing on the beach,
shyly looking away from the camera
with a cuttlefish skeleton in his small hands.
Eight years old, hair bleached white and
skin as brown as an Egyptian!

He, I, remember the moment,
the wind in his hair, surly grey sea.
Stood on another beach now,
thousands of miles away.
The same, yet transformed;
Hair darker, hands bigger,
He's not changed,
But I'm not the same.