Okay, first of all, that photo is stunning! And it suits the post pretty perfectly. Of course, it does, why would you have chosen it otherwise? Silly me hahaha in my defense, I haven't slept properly so I might get repetitive. Oops.

This story from your youth was hilarious to read, thanks to your brilliant writing and the fact that you can intertwine the innocence of the kid you were with the lessons you've taken from the passing of time and your life events. I mean, it was hilarious, yes, although it's always hard for me to read about children being picked on or mistreated, no matter how lightly. 

The first paragraphs had me feeling so much tenderness for that little kid, with his very cool light blue polo shirt that a little blue boat anchor embroidered on it. A pinch of sadness, too, because I really don't like people being mean to others. Oh, well, your brother was a kid as well. *The nincompooping nincompoop, in all his nincompoopness, was nincompooping around with his fellow nincompoops*. 

I had a few (a lot of) great laughs by the end, when the bird-bombers avenged you on my behalf, a paradox of time and space. A great story about karma and retribution. Also, it must be noted that the vast vocabulary you use to refer to your brother is worthy of admiration. As is the fact that you learned from such a young age to see the whole spectrum of life and really take in you only the colours that brighten your days.

Thank you for sharing, and I look forward to more stories like this one. See you around!