18 June 2006. Daddy and Mummy were talking about getting me a car for the longest time. They tried to delay it because they knew that having a car too early may not be good for me with regards to proper walking posture. But after taking into account my granny who seemed to struggle with my weight, they decided to head down to kiddy palace to get me my first Porsche. When I first sat in it, I was zipping around at high speeds, banging many things in the house. But I was having fun and I guess that's what matters right?
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