ENGLISH STENO PASSAGE <script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-4957217951240873" crossorigin="anonymous"></script> I met lots * of old family members, now passed away, via the efforts of my uncles as youngsters taking up the new and exciting hobby of photography and home developing * of the prints. I met a few children I ought to know very well * but who now seemed rather distant. They were, in fact * , actually us as babies, toddlers and young ones, captured in our adventures by our ever present amateur photographers, always on the look-out for a snapping opportunity. There I was, smiling happily in my pram (baby carriage), being held by admiring grandparents, getting chased along a beach by someone with a bucket of seawater, and sitting on that wonderful tricycle in a stripy jumper. Yes, it certainly was me but not as anyone knows her now, she was a fresh unwritten sheet, entirely without a