As a child in England (up to age 5) I had a best male friend, we did all the hellion things little boys would do. After immigrating to Canada, my younger sister became my best friend, I shared a bedroom with my older sister and then with my younger sister. My family moved around the city 13 times in 6 years so I never made boyhood friends, I liked playing games with my younger sister. My father tried hard to push me into athletics but his trying was doomed to failure as he knew nothing about Hockey, Canadian football or baseball, he wanted me to play soccer. In time he just gave up on me and riding my bike became the most joyous playtime thing to do.
