(This is fiction its not my #life story lol) When I was a child I was oh a silly young child. I was always getting in to scratches, cracking a bird egg, breaking a window... But the biggest scratch i ever got into, was more like a scar, or even a lost leg. Let me tell you my story. As you know i was a wee tramp, but this lead to a great problem. As i had a habit of doing, whenever my younger brother Luke cried in the night, i would take his toy tractor and chick it out the window. Normally, this would not be a problem as he would search for it in the morning, yet he never noticed it was in the same place every time! He was about 2 when the real problem occurred. One night, as i climbed up to the window with the toy in hand, i didn't even notice him awake with the SMASH! Of the plastic toys decsent. I sniggered as a ran down to get my cereal. But as i returned i noticed the window opened very wide, so i peered out to see if anything nearby had caused it. But as i glanced down dear god it scarred me for #life. A field of blood and scattered death. I did what a every child would of done. "MUM! COME HERE QUICK!" I screeched at the top of my lungs. "What is it honey is anything-" as she peered out the window she saw my own dead brother. With trembling hands she quickly dialled 999 (or 911 if your american) and spoke with the salt of her tears. I myself was yapping like a baby, and when my mum set me down and said. ". David, do you know anything about why this happened?" Before i would reply, we got a knock on our door confiming the death of little Luke. Never in my 10 year #life had i seen such a dreadful scene, and to this day, the thought haunts me.