Comments by "gwugluud 77" (@gwugluud) on "The History Guy: History Deserves to Be Remembered"
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My memory goes all the way back to babyhood; I remember being picked up, put into a high chair, locked into the seat, then my mom installing the metal tray onto the metal rails, and it's snapping into place was REALLY loud. Then I remember my mom spoon-feeding me out of jars, like it was a week ago, although I'm now 62. When I was that young, I didn't realize yet that the world didn't revolve around me and my family members, and I used to think the music on the radio and the shows on TV were about me and/or about us. I used to think Capt Kangaroo was speaking just to me, and that he could hear me when I spoke to the screen. I would still watch him even into my 20s from time to time, just because I liked soaking up his positive vibes. I always thought he was so nice.
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