When we were young; my Dad, two brothers and myself would perform "acrobatics" in our living room. To anyone else watching, this would look like Kieren and I climbing up our dad's legs to stand on his thighs whilst holding on to his head, neck and ears, and Rhys sitting on his neck, so we were creating a pyramid position. Once we felt stable, we'd all throw out the hand that wasn't holding on to anything, and dad would announce loudly in a ringmaster style voice "the Flying Hamiltons, ta-da!", while we all did shaky jazz hands to the empty room before us.
We'd then climb down and work out the next trick to perform for our own entertainment.
This went on throughout our childhood until we eventually got too big to use Dad as a climbing frame anymore. This is one of my favourite memories, but more than that; I believe that the 'acrobatics' with our dad, gave all of us a great sense of support, security and trust, as we always knew that we wouldn't let each other down.
Even though we no longer climb up each other we will always be...
The Flying Hamiltons, Ta-da!
(shaky jazz hands everybody)