i can remember shopping with my mother at age 3, buying a toy tow truck and painting it white with old house paint, eating a raw sausage at the butchers with sawdust on the floor to absorb blood, pouring yellow paint on myself and being cleaned with turpentine, tipping a jar of nails into the garden and crawling around with a magnet to find them all it appeared huge to me, but was probably quite small. telling my mum that if i stuck my finger up my bum i could feel poo. hot sun through the window on the unairconditioned city bus. eating plums off a low hanging tree at grandmas.  perhaps jews, like niggers, don't develop self awareness until age 6. i guess not being able to see your reflection in the mirror is a handicap.
Australia