My piece is at the start. (TG!!:0)
It tells of that first long summer of secondary school holidays stretching out for months and I decide to tackle a large green bottle and plant a garden in it (as you do) only when I was moving it it smashed beneath me and my scant biological knowledge came to the fore and I waited for a sliver of glass to pierce my heart and I’d be no more. ……… still here to tell the tale! I seem to have had run ins with glass through out the piece.