Lisa Parker, 37, Warrington
Quick as a flash, my little brother Tom, then 13, shimmied up the tree. ‘Come on, Lisa,’ he called.
It was August 2002, and we were enjoying the summer holidays.
I was 15, two years older than him. But Tom was protective, like a big brother.
When we weren't playing board games and making dens, we were climbing trees in the woods.
‘Be careful,’ our mum Glenis, then 50, would warn. But she and our dad Thomas, then 40, loved our adventurous spirit.
After I cautiously scrambled up behind Tom, we perched on the highest branch, on top of the world.
And as we got older, nothing changed Course,
