“I didn’t even notice it until you pointed it out.” I say. “That was me, my mom refused to have it fixed because she said every memory counts.” He says smiling. “What did you do?” I ask and he chuckles. “We were watching, 'The Three Musketeers', and I was convinced I could swing a sword like they could.
So, I took the fireplace poker and showed my parents my moves. It didn’t end too well because I managed to damage that marble, as well as most of the wall, and the table that used to stand there. By the time I was done, I thought I was a proper swordsman, until I saw all the damage and my dad’s angry face.
My mom thought it was hilarious and even took pictures. Sad to say, my dad made sure my days with a sword ended there.” He says and I laugh so hard, I nearly choked on my wine. “Maybe
