Would you like to see me as a baby? Yes? Great. Please observe and take notes on the following images. You may be tested at a later date.
It's always a bit comical to know that I, truthfully, was once a little tiny baby. This is the kind of information that seems inherently funny. Me? A fully grown adult? I was once a goo goo gaa gaa ass little baby with a neat blonde fuzz atop my tiny, foolish head? That's funny. And true.
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| Me and my mum. |
I love remembering being a baby and/or toddler. There's not much in the way of solid memory there, but I do distinctly remember things, such as learning to read (the coolest thing ever, and it still feels that way), playing with my doll, Gabriella, or indeed, my very first concrete memory (Rik Mayall smacking Adrian Edmondson with a frying pan on TV).
And of course, scattered memories of my dad, who died when I was four, and so remains something of a nebulous character to me. But I do remember him.
It's also just generally very cool to look at these pictures and find them so helpful in recalling specific things, like items of furniture (the coffee table and oversized books in some of these pictures, for example), or THE GORILLA.
Yes, the all important gorilla. One cannot forget the gorilla of one's childhood. I'm sure you remember your gorilla.
Lilly (baby version)
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