Childhood memories

Here’s what I remember that was good about my childhood. My dad used to take one of my stuffed animals, a monkey to be exact, and made it dance to Tom Jones. Yes, the one and only, to Delilah. Or Roy Orbison, “Pretty woman”. I should still have the the monkey stuffed animal, perhaps I take a picture of it if I can. YES I CAN:

I srsly LOL’d. Come on’ you would too! That stuffed animal is as old as I am.

My mom’s more a sucker for Cliff Richard. Once I looked him up today, I kind of understand why, slightly. Over here’s the leather outfit…

And when he was young he … almost looks like a white Yamapi (ahem).

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