It was a beautiful morning in Townsville all the birds were singing and one mans life was about to change forever. My fathers name was Dave he was a nice guy. On the 6th of the 6th he was walking to work when he saw a construction-sit in the middle of the pathway. He thought it would be safe to walk through so he started to walk straight through the middle of it and felt something tap his head.
A big cement container had just tipped straight onto Dave. ONE YEAR LATER… Dave was now placed in the centre of the park for the rest of his life.