My Uncle once...

...told me he was my favourite. That was fairly recently. I really hadn't considered favourite relations, but now I think I have one.

I hadn't thought about it before but, as he's the youngest of my mother's siblings, he was 16 years old when I was born. All through my early years I considered him to be a grown-up when he was barely in his twenties. I'm 28, and barely consider myself to be a grownup. I suppose sometimes it's not about how I see myself, but about how other people see me.