There were enough vocal family members conveying the all the usual that I didn't have to voice anything one way or another - I just watched it all play out.

For me, playing the expected wouldn't feel right - and just as strongly, it wouldn't feel right going the other way either. I was, and still am, hands-on but I couldn't do the usual lie - I just watched, with interest, what played out...

Modern culture can be strange thing. You can extrapolate from this other ways that people go along with things - it just appeared, and still does, as a very weird (and very tacky) hive dance.

From my own childhood, I remember who and exactly where the truth was broken to me when I was a young kid - it was another kiddo of my age. He proudly announced and I listened, secretly shocked with cogs turning in my head.

Years later on a week-long school trip I was told I got out of my bunk-bed asleep, to go to the toilet, but instead went over to this lad's bunk, hit him squarely in the face (while he was asleep) ran, slipped on a rug and carried to bed.

I woke up in the morning tightly encased in sheets and blankets unable to get out of bed - the teacher had bound me within the sheets well and truly!

I often wonder if I did it in my sleep subconsciously because of what he'd divulged..