Well, you asked for it.
Or, at least, some of you did.
I don’t have the video of me shoving gently removing my brother from my path, but I do have one of my first childhood performances – thanks to Mama.
(She recorded it from the TV with her camera, hence the quality, but thanks, Mama! Yes, I’m sure there’s a better way to do this, but I don’t know it.)
Anyway – that’s me, three years old at the church advent party, singing The Friendly Beasts, and not a trace of stage fright.
And notice how there’s no microphone? That’s the most surprising part, because now, apparently, I’m much more like Shy Ronnie.
I miss that fearlessness.
What do you miss about being a kid?