Thank Goodness for Bathtime
Sharing a bath with my younger brother, Joseph, is something that we used to do all the time, as is the case with a lot of young children and their siblings. I never really took much notice of Joseph while we were bathing; I just cleaned myself, and Joseph would do the same. When I got to the age of 11, however, I became self-conscious, and demanded that I should have my own private baths, while Joseph, 7 at the time, would have his own in private, too. We lived with our parents, Jayne and Dave. My brother and I are the only two children. We live in the South of England, so in the winter months, it is usually cold, and raining a lot, which meant that there was little to do except stay …