When I was 9 - my very handsome cousin with his deep gravelly voice - looking like halfway between Cliff Richard and Elvis - came to help my parents with a gardening project. He was digging what seemed to me to be a very bit hole. Well, being the little tinker that I was I was generally getting in his way, jumping in and out and whirling about. And he told me in no uncertain terms to behave myself. SOOO - as you do - I threw a stone at him and it hit him on the head. Well - that got me attention ok - but not the kind I was hoping for - a good spank!! Bless my lovely parents - they were a tad permissive at times - so I really got a shock. But it did me good - I have never forgotten it and I respected him a great deal for that. So sorry we didn't keep in touch over the years - but I heard the stories of his enterprises and derring-do and it was always full of fun - especially when Vera was doing the telling.