I must have been about 5, which would make my brother two.
I decided he was my pet horse for some reason, and was happy watching him crawl round while I made clip clop sounds and horse noises (I may have been a slightly odd child). But soon this wasn't enough for me, he wasn't horsey enough. Something was missing. And then I had a brainwave and run off to get something to put round his neck, something that I could pretend was one of those collars workshorses wear (I have no idea what they are called I'm afraid. Bridles?). I popped it over his neck and stood back, satisfied that the horsey look was complete. And then Dad wheeled Nan into the room and at which point she shrieked, 'Why is he wearing my piles cushion?'
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 3 Jun 2011, 9:24, 1 reply)

hahaha
I like this! Click
(RJWEcology is just sharpening his axe on, Fri 3 Jun 2011, 10:07, closed)

I'm glad you understood it
the amount of words I just realised were missing after I edited it.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 3 Jun 2011, 10:25, closed)