Getting more growed up here! Tom boy aged 11. This was my favourite woolly. I used to tear around the village (Laceby) on my red bike and was always taking it to pieces. I went flying around a corner one day and a wheel fell off - obviously didn't tighten it enough. The mudgard got scratched so I found a small tin of red paint and prised the lid off with a screwdriver. Unfortunately red paint spilled over my hands and woolly. I didn't think mum would be very happy about this so tried to sneak past her, doubled up. All she saw was me, bent double with red stuff dripping from my fingers. She thought I'd been stabbed. Far from being relieved, for some she yelled at me! Why do parents yell at kids when they're happy they're alive?? When I was about 4 I was allowed to have a bath alone. I was lying there, ears under the water, listening to the glug glug sound in my ears, eyes wide open, having a lovely time and the next thing I knew ... Mum was looming over me, looking somewhat alarmed and once again I was airborne, she'd grabbed my arm and I was getting a slapping. I gather now she thought I was dead! I sing in the bath now ... that was the order ... if I was to bath alone in future I had to keep making a noise so she knew I was alive.