Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Every summer, young Sanderson spent in a provincial village in the south of Great Britain. His parents were often busy with work and when school time was over, his grandfather took care of 14-year-old Gary.
Not to say that Gary was not at all satisfied with the state of affairs: friendly neighbors treated him to homemade milk, his grandfather told him life stories every evening, and nature in these parts was beautiful. At first, the boy was very lonely without his parents and other children in the village, but over time he found something to do with himself. Everything was stable until one day in July.
When Gary was walking along the path to the apple orchard, he heard your ringing cry. Curiosity got the better of him and when Gary came running to your screams, he saw a flock of geese chasing you.
"What the..." said Gary

"How do you like our village? Are you from the city? Do you have any brothers or sisters? And where do you study? I'm going to be an officer when I grow up. My grandfather was in the military." Gary chatted incessantly for more than a second. He walked next to you and didn't let you get a word in. He was looking at you with interest. His blond hair looked golden in the hot July sun.