blithering - he is lovely, and he's still the first one in our family I turn to in times of crisis. I was... a late surprise for the family, shall we say? And, he pretty much raised me. The family party when I was 7 months old, and the first time I met my maternal side of the family? He spent carting me around, doing his utmost to stop our mother and grandmother from giving me neat Port to drink. When I was 5, and our middle brother (who is 10 years older than me) had a mental breakdown and tried to kill me, it was DB1 who stepped in and talked him into hauling me back over the safety barrier... because DGM was ineffectual about the whole thing (we'd been left in her care whilst the parents were on holiday). For my 5th birthday, he spent most of his months wages on buying me an actual camera... which kickstarted a lifelong love of photography..., actually made my 'Dougal' cake, and spent the party being climbed on by my friends. He went to parents evenings, and got involved in my schools when I was being bullied; he kept me safe from the parents whenever they rowed, and he was always there when I was sent to our grandparents, even though he was "old enough not to go, but to stay in the family home". He has also been known to step in and warn men off, if necessary - and, actually, stepped in when my DD (19) had issues with a boy last year, too. Because the boy wasn't taking me seriously when I said that he needed to back off and leave her alone, he'd done enough damage, and her father couldn't "see the problem: he's lovely... he drives a BMW!!!". Even now, I know that if I needed DB1, even at 3 in the morning, he'd be there without hesitation. As I would/have been for him.
The one thing that devastates me about how he had to step in and be my parent as opposed to simply my oldest brother? He put off having his own child until 6 years ago, 14 years after getting married to his lovely wife (whom I adore - she is perfect for him!). They are NC with my parents, remaining grandparent, and DB2 (have been since the year I moved out of the family home and there was no longer a need to "double check" what I was up to, I guess). His son, however, has the best Dad in the world, without doubt. And he's lovely, and happy, and everything else you expect an almost 6 year old to be... he's close to his older cousins, my DC, and I'm thoroughly enjoying being "Aunty". I adore him. Even if he is very like I was at that age... [grins]
Yes: the camels thing was very much a "oh, hahahahaha, aren't they funny with their customs?!". Erm... no; I actually found it very frightening, thanks. And I was the child who laughed in the face of fear (hence my escaping of the hotel every day...). Fear didn't become a "thing" for me, it has to be said until my DC1 was born 20 years ago, and I suddenly realised how reckless my nature has a tendancy to be, and how daft that can be...