we were camping up the lakes you were just six, we all went for a long walk. going back down a country lane you spied some flowers, we were a few feet ahead of you. you leaned towards the flowers and instantly fell into a ditch head first with just your feet kicking in the air. you clamboured back up looking rather dishevaled and wet, clutching some flowers in your hand. all we could do is laugh. you was not amused.