I think my older brother by five years loved me. Near our house was the old clay pit where they use to dig out clay to make bricks. When they were closed down over the years the big open cast filled up with rain water and turned them into three lakes about twelve feet deep, and they were filled up with fish. So it use to be a place where you could go for a days fishing or picnics. At one end was a tip. Full of all sorts including big oil drums and wooden planks. So my lovely brother and his mates took me with them and decided to collect four oil drums and some planks of wood and wire and rope, and made a raft to sail on the pond. So my loving brother and his mates said I could be first to try it out. On I get feeling a bit scared but having to do what my big brother told me to do. Once out there they decided to use me for target practise with there air gun. Luckily not one shot hit me but when I got off eventually I kicked my brother and ran all the way home. I can think of many more such things besides that one. Love Malcolm. xxx. love Malcolm. xxxx. Cheshire, skype name, malcolmbo1 You Said.