...or close enough. Me, age 2, in 1961 in my grandad's back garden. (We lived with my grandad until I was four.) Starting to draw something. Dunno what. Still drawing, 53 years later.
I'm no longer left handed. That was "corrected" when I started school (it was just something they did back then). You'll be relieved to hear I no longer have the shorts either. Or the hair, come to that!
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