join the stitches on my shin club

My awesome nephew fell on some oysters and got a mad cut and lots of stitches this week. I was reminded of when we had a family holiday to Timbertown and I "fell" of a see-saw. I had to get 7 stitches in my knee in the shape of a candycane:) Last year we went to Timbertown and I was telling a friend about the childhood traumatic event and how I wanted to find the see-saw - as photo evidence for a certain unnamed younger brother;) And I turned around and there was the famous see-saw right behind me. A familiar scene was playing out. A little boy and his older sister were fighting over the see-saw, I think the older sister was making it go too high, so the younger brother ran off crying to his mum and dad in the shop - the sister quickly overtook him so that she could dob on her little brother for something or other, before they ran back to the see-saw for another round. It brought back memories! So I took a photo of them. I forgot about it until today. This photo is dedicated to Peter and the wonderful times we had playing together as children:)