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According to my mother, this was the first photo taken of me. ...I was lactose and wheat intollerant and suffered from excema. This apparently cleared up within a few days of humidity and bananas dipped in sea sand (wonder if it works for wrinkles?)
Hmmmm ...early childhood memories.....my maternal grandfather, without a tooth in his pip, and baggy, braced-up pants, playing 'Dicky Bird' with moistened paper stuck on his nails.
Stripping naked with my sisters and sitting in the road, having a whale of a time in the run off after a heavy rain; long walks in the veld with my dad and sisters. My father called me 'Tail-end-Charlie' as I always lagged behind having got distracted by 'tok-tokies' and dung-beatles. I remember really wanting to try out a Tsamma melon...I hadnt started school yet. My father often used to carry me on his shoulders on the way back...he said its because my legs got tierd but I recon its because I wanted to see over the tall grass and feel asif I was flying.