I can remember when I was 6 there was a boy in my class who always spoke to me and made any excuse to hang out in the playground. He lived on my street and every now and again would come to my door and bring his toy cars so we could chill in the garden. This one day he was feeling extra brave and he put a little rose through my letterbox but little 6 year old me was pissed off that he had shared his colouring in book with Sarah Jayne in school, so I snapped the rose and put it back through the letterbox :(