I know you are all wondering what my first big break was well steady on, take a Bex, relax, and I will tell you. DAVID now there is a name that can strike fear and excitement in equal measure, for this little 7 year old brother. As per usual there was a game. As per usual it had a high probability of getting hurt. As per usual the high probability rested with me nothing new to see here folks (yawn!!). The object of this particular life threatening thrill, was that I had to do whatever David did can’t see a problem with that – lead off, was the call of the ill informed. So off he went, in, over and through every imaginable obstacle that existed upstairs in our highest, timber poled Lissen Grove house. Over the couch, under the bed, over the table, under the chairs, through the twin doors, up on the kitchen bench hey folks I was keeping up, well kind of! David could see that he needed to lift the bar this kid’s good! So he came up with a few time slowing manoeuvres that put a bit of a gap in my pursuit. He knew that this was his moment to strike the killer blow. He got to the front window at the highest point of the house – Margaret’s room. There he proceeded to lower his body down the outside of the house, until his toes attached to the metal ant cap which protruded from the top of the timber pole. He then let himself down again, holding on to the ant cap until he could safely let himself go and jump to the ground and land —- at the precise moment that I stick my head out the window to address my next challenge. Boy it does look high, but I guess if he did it then so can I. Now the jump and free fall from the window sill was tooooo easy the problem was the landing. WOW!!! Followed by OW!!! My First Big Break.
