Little Boy Lost... Ben was five years old. Ask anyone about their memories of #life before the age of five and most will have only sketchy highlights that come to mind. Benjamin Williams was no different, he didn’t remember very much about his #life before that moment, a few snapshots of faces or situations, small scenes even, but nothing of any depth. This scene however, would remain with him for the rest of his #life, not only because of its extraordinary comedic value, but also because it was the first time he saw his brother. In the porch, Ben stood and waited for his mother to be manoeuvred over the final step, the closer she got to him the more the happy tears flowed. She now sat in front of him with wet cheeks, holding her free arm out for a hug, a big hug, the kind only your mum can give you, even with just one arm.