Call yourself a boy?

I met my oldest friend when I was seven. We attended the same schools and he lived nearby. Inseparable, we had great fun doing boys’ stuff today’s kids are denied. I took the lead in suggesting new things to do. Wapping flies in the service road behind my house was one of our favourites. It wasn’t even competitive as we both delighted in the other making a particularly massive kill.

But I suffered great anxiety when occasionally he refused to come out to play because he was tidying his bedroom.

C’mon!.... we’re boys... we don’t do that sort of thing!