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  1. My youngest brother was born approximately 11 years after I was, so I can remember his babyhood quite well. We had a windmill like this one except with a platform where the two bars jut out in this photo. My baby brother was not quite 18 months old when he somehow managed to climb to the top–just underneath the platform before anyone realised where he was. The windmill was running hard, and it would most assuredly have killed him had he made the treck onto the platform. Mother turned off the windmill and climbed up to get him, but she was so shaken, she almost passed out once her baby was down.

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