Friendly Stone Wars (an exploration in childhood memories)

[kumbunny]

I often wander if my brother can still remember the Stone Wars that took place in Western Australia. Five years of having a younger brother to look up to me, I had begun to rely on the feeling of importance it gave me. Despite at first finding him annoying, I grew reliant on the attention he gave me. And as I get older I appreciate that feeling even more.

We did everything together as kids. He would follow me, want to play with what I was using and often mimic me to the point of spoiling my "secret" hiding spaces. But when it came to the Stone Wars, which took place at the caravan park