As a Baby
I remember when he came back from hospital we lived in High St Kew. I hit him a lot. I think i was jealous of the new baby and resented not being the youngest any more, so I rapt him on the head with my knuckles as I passed his pram or basket. um, as i recall I rapped him on the head as hard as I could... to be chastised by parents and then hold the resentment against the baby. I can't feel bad about that now. Kids are kids.
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