Martin i remember one july evening, it was raining out and you were 7 years old. You and i were playing a game of tig in mums living room, the room was warm and i decided to unplug the fire. we continued to play our little game as you jumped over the chair your right foot landed on the plug that i had not long since unpluged from the wall, my was i going to be in trouble. You were crying but, you didnt tell mum we were playing our little game or that it was me who unpluged the fire. That was our secret. You didnt need stiches thank god, and we never played tig indoors again.