I was born as a healthy child in March 1960. Everything was in order for me to have a good life. I was early on walking, talking and exploring the world. And I was active in every way I have been told. My father was still worried because I didn't want to sit on his lap and not have closeness. My mother fell ill after I was born and was told, among other things, that she should use her energy on my brother, because I was so strong
I developed obesity early on and food was very important to me. At that time, there weren't many overweight children, so I quickly became an object of bullying.
I enjoyed myself at school anyway. I had an absolutely fabulous teacher, but I thought recess was terrible.