I have lovely memories of 'Poppa Peterken', who wasn't my real Poppa but I loved him as one anyway. When I was a child he would bounce me on both his knees and then suddenly open his knees so I almost fell on the floor. Of course he was holding my hands so I would just laugh and laugh. He always had a twinkle in his eye. Thankfully his youngest son, my brother-in-law Murray, has the same cheeky sense of humour and twinkle in his eye xo