Once – I must have been about 10 at the time – we (my parents, one of my brothers and I) spent a Sunday at a friends’ country house. Those friends of my parents had two kids , a girl of 15 (which age seemed pretty old to me) and a boy two years younger than me.
This boy, Nicolas , was a scale model of a twister, which his mother used to translate by saying: “Nicolas is a very lively kid.”