I've spent alot of time thinking today about the Pete I grow up with.
I used to be the annoying little sister who followed him everywhere. I remember I got on his nerves when he was playing Monopoly with his friends (he would have been about 15, I was 9). I was standing by the living room door being annoying when he slam the door shut. Only when I looked at the door did I realise my finger was still in it. Blood everywhere and my Mum going mad at Pete. My fingernail still doesnt grow properly on that finger. A constant reminder of the fun days of childhood and my big brother.
