Apparently I was a healthy, bouncy baby but when my mother stopped nursing me, I stopped eating. The hunger strike lasted for such a long time that I couldn't walk and a variety of medical strategies were tried to no avail. Then my worried parents consulted an unconventional practitioner who prescribed a diet of sardines and red wine. Bingo! That did it, I became healthy and bouncy again and have more or less remained that way, apart from the usual trials and tribulations of life in which bounciness is taken away and would not be appropriate in any case.
That's all for now. I wish happy days, birthdays included, to all who stop by here and invite you all to drink a toast or to put butter and jam on it if you prefer.