We were playing with the firetruck...We may have taken a corner a little bit too fast. And I may have let go of the handle bars just as we turned. And I may have gone one way when the firetruck went a different way. And I may have tumbled onto the floor. And I may have cried.
Dad reckons he could see the whole thing happen in slow motion. I settled down quickly, but gave the firetruck a wide berth for a few minutes.
Once I'd gathered my composure I climbed aboard and dad and I headed off down the hallway - a little bit slower than before - and this time with his hand on my shoulder - especially for those tight turns from the hallway into the dining room.
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