This Is How Much I Mean To My Best Friend.

So back to the memories.
I was about 3 or 4 and was spending the day at Daniel's house and we was playing in the bedroom, and we was on the top bunk probably hiding from our mother's, and (My version is) Daniel pushed me off the top bunk and I ended up with a broken nose (This is just one of the three way's I have broken my nose)

But of course there is the truth of how I fell off!!
There was a bike or scooter on the bed and me being yes of course blonde I tried to ride it and fell off.
Deep down I like to believe that Uncle Steve (Daniel's Dad) put the bike or scooter on the bed knowing I would try and ride it.
I hear you ask why and the answer will be in another post :-)