One day, when i was about five, i had the best day of my life, well it dint end well but its the first part i will always remember. I was sat in the room in my nightie, when my dad came home he kissed my mum and she told him to bring the piano down stairs for me to play on. Well it was only happy for about five minutes but it was happy for me. My dad went upstairs picked up the piano and on the way down stairs he tripped on the plug and fell down stairs. Luckily the piano got stuck in between the walls but he broke his wrist. I stood there screaming and my next door neighbor, my dads best friend came round to help. I can remember that Christmas at my nans all of us sat round the table and my dad had a cast on his arm. Back then my dad youst to cut through the school in a morning to go to work and i youst to stand at my bedroom window and watch him go. Then i would stand out side and wait for him to come home.