In 1983, when 24-year-old Patricia Clarke became pregnant, she had more than a hunch that her unborn child would be big.
She was aware that large families were in her family because she had previously given birth to one. Although, the sheer size of the baby she was carrying was completely unexpected.
Kevin Robert Clark was born to Patricia, and he measured in at over 16 pounds—an enormous baby. He was the largest infant ever born at Community Memorial Hospital and maybe all of New Jersey at the time.
His parents were relieved to see that Kevin was absolutely healthy, even though he couldn’t fit into a standard-sized cot and his baby clothes were too small.
As one could expect, his stature was immediately apparent. His national fame skyrocketed after he was featured on “Saturday Night Live” and “Good Morning America,” among other shows.
Begin by setting a good example.
Unfortunately, Kevin wasn’t finished taking center stage just yet. He was 5 feet and 7 inches tall when he was 12 years old, according to the New York Post.
Upon entering junior high, he had grown to a height of 6 feet and 5 inches. He continued to develop more after that.
“There isn’t a day that goes by when someone doesn’t ask me how tall I am,” Kevin told the Post.
“I like to joke that I’m 5-foot-21. When people ask if I play basketball, I ask them if they play miniature golf.”
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