My childhood was amazing ! There was always laughter - generated from mum or dads mischief. One day Dad was batting socks across the front room and I was batting them back. Mum came in and said we had to stop “ You’re going to break something”. We continued batting it and got quite rowdy. Mum realised we had ignored her and decided to join in. On her first hit of the sock, she hit the vase on the top of the TV, it slid down the back and smashed. Dad and I couldn’t keep a straight face as mums look was more of a whoops !!!