My cousin Tate and I were playing hockey in the backyard. Tate was showing me a tomahawk shot. Tate hit the ball and I watched the ball smash into the window. CRASH, went the window as it shattered into one million pieces.  Tate had hit it hard, she couldn’t believe what she had done. “Oh no” we whispered. The ball had smashed straight through the middle of the glass and left a large crack on the window.

Mum and Dad had been waiting for the window to smash because we always kick and hit tennis balls and soccer balls at the windows. That was the day the glass smashed.