Nan, Nanna Goat, Raddles, Rado, Ant. My favourite cousin growing up as a kid, sorry Deano lol I didn't know why he was, he just was, pretty much only hung around three growing up sooo things were skimp hahahah But I loved them all immensely, more than either of them would ever be able to understand. I looked forward to following them around at Christmas, like I did every time we'd visit, like nothing else.
As a kid most of my best memories are of bangin around with Dean and Anthony. When I was allowed too lol and as traumatic as they were. Shit lol from trying to follow them over the fence one day, in escape mode, but instead skinning both palms of my hands cause I was a short arse to getting my nose punched in for the first time by Ants mate, who I only met that day but friggin hated lol think I was 10yrs old maybe, cause I didn't want that fool playing my pride and joy, the Atari 2600 no less, yes.. Worthy he wasn't pIus I might of had a massive mouth and a lot to learn lol maybe, so Nan thought it was best sorted out on the back lawn and rightly so.. aannnnd we already know how that turned out haha I wanted too though, no doubt. I blame their coaching. It was terrible lol and travelling around to watch him box.
I used to think it was cause he'd make me laugh the most and it might have been to some degree, but it wasn't just that. It was because when we spoke, or had a moment, just you and me, I could feel your love. Not just from what you'd say or do, or how cheeky you were. I could actually feel it. Inside my heart, coming from your heart.
Like I do now with Dean.
It was special, you would never forget it if you felt it. It's like nothing else, it's rare. There's no denying it.
Mum done it too
She probably done it with you
Only the special few do
How lucky are we