“The inability to control a child's recollections is a frustrating one. I know my own parents did their best to provide sun-dappled days of picnics and paddling pools, but mainly I remember advertising jingles, wet socks on radiators, inane TV theme tunes, arguments about wasted food. With my own sun, there were times when I definitely thought 'remember this' - Albie toppling through the high grass of a summer meadow, the three of us lolling in bed on a winter Sunday (...) - wishing there was some way to press 'record'.”
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