I don’t have a picture of Peter, so this kid will have to pinch-hit. (But no picture could be better than the memory.)
I don’t know what it’s like to be ten years old in this day and age; but once upon a time, it could be rather wonderful. With experiences like this:
This kid Peter was twice my size and all the kids on our street looked up to him. And parents loved him! Best of all, I have no idea how he did it. He didn’t curry favor, didn’t try to impress anyone. There was just something about him that made you glad he was around.
I hope he has plenty of grandchildren.