Immediately, the miniature girl (dressed in a white and red chequered dress) ran to the swing and jumped on excitedly. The swing, which had been put up by her father, was one of the best reminders of her dad when he was away ‘Borrowing’. It made a soft swooshing sound through the air, as she swung backwards and forwards and the nylon fishing wire creaked ever so often, as it cut gently into the bark of the towering broccoli tree. Suddenly, there was a snap…she fell. “How did that happen?”, the girl exclaimed as she landed on the ground with a thud – she sat up perplexed and frustrated.