one of my last memories of olly, we were walking back from one of the fields, and me and olly were just talking, just about like our future. this is olly�*s memorial bench, placed where he was attacked. i had these like hammock things in my garden and i was doing like some aerial yoga on it. so you go forward and then frontward... and he kept trying and he kept trying and then on about the fifth go, he actually did it. there you go, you've done it. and then from that, he wasjust beaming. his smile wasjust like stretched across his whole face the entire day. olly�*s friends told me about what it's like growing up in a world where so much is posted online. you kind of have to think before you say stuff.