I always think of the 'angelic-looking' four-year-old boy who lived next door to us when I was 11 - blond curls, big blue eyes, and adoring mother. He once stuck a mapping pin in his mama's backside, at which she looked down at him fondly and said, 'Richard, darling, you mustn't do that.'
He would be about 45 now, and I sometimes wonder what has become of him.
Ann