One day on Tracy Island, my baby self was playing in the pool with Alan. During the time I was still a baby, I experienced joy in all the little things, including splashing about with Alan by my side. He was a fun and caring older brother to me, and always thought up a new game for us to play when we were in the pool together.
On that day, Alan was lifting me high into the air above the water. “Wheeeeeeeeee!!” he cried as I giggled loudly. “Look at you, you’re flying! And now, you’re falling down to Earth again!” He pretended to launch me into the water, making the same kind of landing noises his aircraft Thunderbird 3 would make. I screamed with joy, to which Alan had to clap his hands over his ears and say: “That was a big scream.”
He then picked me up and cuddled me, still floating about in the water. “Aaaaah, little baby…” he cooed, stroking my back.
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