Parents, Camden Market
I don't know how long I was in hospital for; I was only a year old, two maybe. I was in for encephalitis, which is "an acute inflammation of the brain, commonly caused by a viral infection" according to Wikipedia. I was in critical condition, and doctors told my parents that I could very well die, or if I survived, there was a high chance of me becoming a vegetable.
Obviously I don't remember any of it and there aren't any pictures of me during that period. I can only say that I'm here today, and not just alive and kicking, but thriving and doing fantastically well at everything I set my mind to.
My dad's proud of me. I can hear it in his voice. I said this once to my uncle - Uncle Patrick - that "I am my father's daughter" in defiance when my dad said something about me. I say it now again when I say that I'm proud to be his daughter and I'm love my parents. And I'm glad the doctors in the hospital were wrong. I mean, can you imagine me - a vegetable?