Character: Christopher Chris Miles

In childhood, boy scout camp I could not learn to tie knots. Everyone said that my fingers are not the same. Look at me now nimble fingers. I'll tell you about one of the best days of my life? It was in the same camp. I accidentally miswrote it, but I was not allowed to leave the room. The guy wouldn't let me. He mocked me. And I took it and called him a moron. I swore at him and sent him to hell. And everyone went silent because I said a bad word, and then began to laugh. And I couldn't understand why they are laughing: from the fact that I have described, or due to the fact that I swore. I tried to cover the wet shorts, but that only attracted attention. And everyone laughed more and more.
And Peter, my brother, was different. He was a counselor. Everyone respected him. By the way, with the knots he had no problems. She and dad often trained and tying knots. In General, he stood up, took me by the hand and took him to the toilet. He took off my shorts, cleaned me up, then took off his shorts and put on me. Then he kissed me on the cheek and pulled back. He was in his underpants, but no one laughed. It was the best day of my life.