I remember being about aged 3, I think, and our parents taking us over on a ferry to the Isle of Wight and for some reason I was grizzling. When we arrived where ever it was we were staying, apparently I fell out of my pushchair and had a mega meltdown and another massive grizzling session. I still have the small scar underneath my chin which my mother liked to point out to me at various stages in my life telling me how I was going through a difficult toddler phase at the time, although I think it was her fault because she hadn't strapped me in properly huh! Then at some later stage in the same holiday being put on a donkey and yep grizzling again! there was photographic evidence of that! I was clearly a fun child to be around, I can't remember any holidays for a few years after that one!
I also remember meeting up with our French cousins, when they came over to stay with our grandparents, I was probably a bit older maybe 3 or 4, I couldn't stop staring at them with my mouth open allegedly due to their speaking in strange tongues and clearly feeling