Here's me fresh out of the womb, just a couple days old.
A whopping one month old.
At 1.5 years of age, I was studying the martial arts.
My second birthday brought a huge conk on the bridge of my nose but also brought a very large smile.
At three years of age my donut obsession had firmly taken place.
Don't forget four, where I was schooled in the likes of Mozart and Mary Had a Little Lamb.
And here's the big cat, five big balloons old.
