How many infants did they ask?
I remember now
I remember how it started
I can’t remember yesterday
I just remember doing what they told me
Told me
Told me
Told me...
Good point. How much did we pay for this ‘study’?
I remember being two and three when my mother hated me. Beautiful woman told me every day how ugly I was and she didn’t want to be seen with me. Just found an old 8x10 photo of her sitting on a bench at the beach smiling into the camera, with arm that should have been around me on her lap. There I stood, sort of wishing she’d hug me but I knew she wouldn’t.
BTW, even at my advanced age, people still tell me how good I look.
I vividly remember that when I was two years old I was swilling Jameson, driving a Maserati and dating super models on a regular basis. The craziest memory was hosting a party on my private jet with Keith Richards and Sam Kinison. Halfway through the flight to Capri I grabbed the controls and did a loop, then a barrel roll, then a Mach 4 vertical dive before pulling out ten feet above the Amazon rainforest. Good times!