Matthew Parris Matthew Parris

Why can’t we remember our first few years?

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issue 20 November 2021

I begin this column on a train from Paris to London. Opposite me are a mother and baby. I don’t know them and will probably never see them again.

The baby is nine months old and called Gabriel. A genial and relaxed child, he is grinning at me and waving his soft-toy giraffe.

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