The thing about childhood memory is that what your brain tells you to be memory is deceptive. Sometimes, my memory is laced with other people’s descriptions, or whatever I can deduce from looking at old photographs. For example, this one. I remember being in that park, but nooooo way could I even remember things from that long ago.
But seriously, check me out. I was totally pulling off my serious look. My parents obviously didn’t know how to pose like models would.
It’s also a problem when you are a cute baby, and then you grow up and parents get confused because you didn’t turn out to be the way they imagined you’d turn out. Like sometimes my mum would look at me and say: ‘You were so cute when you were little! What happened??’
Thanks mum! Still love ya though.