It was the most cherished christmas gift I had
when I was six - a toy propeller plane.
It only lasted for a couple of days until my
friend shattered it into pieces when he threw
it from the second floor of our house.
I was traumatized not because of was my friend did
but to what kind of spanking will I get from my dad.
I came down the house, I saw my dad picking up the
broken pieces. He held my face with his big hands,
looked me in the eye and said "it's ok son".