watch tHe skies

My Action-Man helicopter was at one time so large in comparison to me that I struggled to carry it. I had been a good boy that year and Father Christmas had left it for me under the tree and there was no way I was going to leave it alone. Even when flames began to consume the main bar in the pub below us, I held on to my helicopter as my dad carried me all the way down the fire escape, and out in to the garden. There we stood and watched the thick, black smoke pour from the windows, whilst I wondered if my Action-Man would survive the inferno long enough to make a maiden flight in his new aircraft…