I recently recalled two incidents from childhood which I had long forgotten. Hitting Jeremy Evans over the head with a broom, thinking that the soft brushy end would cause him no harm, but catching him with the wooden bit.
Having a tantrum at a meal table and kicking milk into Paul Leyser's supper. Couldn't have been more than about seven.
Isn't our power of recall weird. The only connection I can think of between the two incidents is that both these people were sons of friends of my mother rather than my own friends.
Anyway, it's a bit late but I apologise. I probably didn't say it properly then.
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