I remember my dad built me and my sister Nichola a den in the back garden, and painted it purple. When Chrismans came we would always hang out in the den, and when it began to snow we built a snowman together. The next morning when we woke up, the snowman had moved from one end of the garden, to the other. He told us that the snowman must have walked. We believed him for years! Turns out, he slid the whole snoman just so that he could tell me and my sister another one of his stories to make us happy :) love u dad xxx