There are lots of entertaining stories from our childhood but this is one of those that could have come from a BBC sitcom! It's from our time living in St Peters Road, Broadstairs so Tim must have been around 10 years old and me around 6. For some reason nobody could locate Tim for some time so naturally mum was getting worried. We all go out of the back door and my mum starts to do what all parents do when they 'lose' a child, start yelling their name in the hope that like a pet they will come rushing back to their arms. But no, Tim did not appear and in fact didn't even answer. So we ventured further from the back door into the garden area by our 'outhouse'. Mum starts to yell even louder and now more frequently! Still, there is no Tim to be seen or heard, when all of a sudden,CRASH!!!!!! Like a winged angel from above, Tim appears in front of us! I say appears, he actually hit the ground like an asteroid hitting the desert! Then Tim starts screaming for our Mum, clearly in quite a lot of pain! We look up to see if we can see the huge bird like creature that must have tried to take Tim hostage and where he had obviously escaped from just in time to land safely back with his family. But there was no bird to be seen, just a bloody great hole in the plastic corrugated roof that extended out from the house. What had actually happened was that Tim had been 'exploring' the roof (as you do at that age)and when he heard the call of his mum he did what all kids do when they're up to 'no good'. They hide and try to keep quiet! Unfortunatley for Tim, the plastic roof had other ideas!! I can safely say that the only thing that hurts more than a smacked arse is a falling into the concrete floor through a plastic roof arse! Needless to say, my dad wasn't too impressed as that meant the end of the whole plastic roof! Tims arse however did recover!