I'd forgotten this - which is lame and sad - but, seems I insisted on reading my eldest son Jon Seagull by Richard Bach when he was percolating in the womb. He kicked a lot at this. It is a soaring, beautiful tale, if memory serves. I believe I'll break it out again and read it anew to both my boys - now six and four.
I don't believe in retaining information from the womb, but I can see a non-tangible sort of something. My oldest is very, very perseptive, highly sensitive and in tune with things I cannot fathom. We'll see if he gets anything from it. Jon Seagull, fun for all ages.
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