I was seven and Sam was eight. We used to love playing with water ballons and of course the competition was fierce. We'd fill the bucket up and then split the bombs and fire away. I was pretty good considering I was blind as a bat but my inevitable down fall was that I was very gulible and believed Sam everytime when he said "theres no more water in the hose-take a look".
You can pretty much guess what happened next....Water Pressure! (the theme of today's drawing)
And yes he was eight with stubble.