I would say that this photo was taken when I was around 8 and my big brother was around 10 - the same age that my older 2 children are now - it could quite easily be them!
My Dad's cousin had given my brother & I some old boxing gloves to play with - I can still smell the musty leather of those gloves to this day, and we kept pestering my Dad to be allowed to have a boxing match.
My Mum had gone out to do her Avon round, she would be gone hours, so my Dad thought it was the ideal opportunity to set up a boxing ring for us - by the time she came back the furniture would be back in place and she would be none the wiser. We had a corner sofa which acted as one corner of 'the ring'. I donned my diving mask - why?? I have no idea! The gloves were laced & we were off.......jumping and prancing around the ring, my fists were flying.....I was so much stronger than my brother and this was my chance to prove it.......I took one swipe after another and he just pranced around like a fairy.......I'll show him!
I was down.......
My brother's first punch landed right on my nose, ouch! And then came the blood!
So that was then end of my boxing career. When my mum came home she wasn't 'none the wiser' as my Dad had hoped, she walked in to see me nursing a bloody nose and my Brother and Dad looking a little sheepish. I don't remember ever seeing those boxing gloves again!!