Screaming down the hallways, chasing my older sister, was my usual friday routine. “ Tag your it Sally” I yell. I pivot on my foot and dart down towards the other end of the house. I turn around laughing to see how close Sally was behind, but taking my eye off the road came crashing down. I smash into the wall taking all of my mother prized China plates and dolls with me. Sally comes around the corner, I say extremely teary eyed “ don’t tell Mom”. But she looks at me as if to say but where would we hide it.