Last year, I read a really interesting article on the BBC website, written by Zaria Gorvett entitled, "The mystery of why you can't remember being a baby". I thought it was fascinating because I often wonder the same thing. The above photo is of me aged 1,5 to 2 years old circa 1971 or 1972. I have no recollection of being that young. Having said that, what I do remember is that I used to sit in the balcony and secretly "graze" on a reddish pink coloured pot plant with round leaves a type of Begonia with a yellow center which tasted vaguely of lemon. I was fortunate that the plant was not poisonous and I don't think I experienced any ill effects. In the above photograph I had been caught in the act and had a mouthful of Begonia flowers hence the reason for the cheeky smirk on my face.