Does anyone ever feel their age? Yet, our memories grow by the day

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“I don’t feel four,” my little boy said the morning of his birthday, his small, sweet face creased with concern. There had been such a build-up to this day, he had expected an overnight transformation. Instead, he felt exactly the same as he did yesterday. Three.

“I’m sure you’ll feel more four tomorrow,” I assured him, not entirely believing myself. What does being four feel like? I don’t quite remember.

I do remember happy times at pre-school, finger painting and playing cubbies. I won a bride doll in a church raffle. The parish priest proudly handed her to me in a lovely presentation box. I called her Veronica. She now lives in a corner of my old bedroom at mum’s. Her blonde hair no longer long and lustrous due to many visits to my........

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