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On February 22nd, 1918, Addy Wadlow from Alton, Illinois, gave birth to an 8 8.7 pound baby named Robert Pershing Wadlow.

Robert was born happy, healthy, and for all intents and purposes, normal. Like most babies,

Robert started to grow over the course of his first year of life, but soon enough it became

apparent that he was also growing exceptionally fast and at an alarming rate.

Within six months, he already weighed 30 pounds,

and on his first birthday, he was up to 45 pounds.

Oh, and he was three feet, three and a half inches tall, too. Little did anyone know Robert Wadlow's baffling growth spurt

wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

You're listening. You're listening. You're listening. You're be amazed.

Although it was apparent that their son wasn't quite like other kids, Robert's parents tried to make his childhood as normal as possible.

As the eldest of two

younger brothers and two sisters, he was expected to participate in the same activities as his siblings,

no matter how difficult it seemed. By his fifth birthday, Robert had reached five feet four inches

and was already wearing clothes that were intended for teenagers. When he turned eight years old,

he had exceeded his father Harold F. Wadlow's height of five feet 11 inches by an additional

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