Some years ago, I bought a new motorbike. I normally parked it in the yard when going back home from work.
One evening, when I was cooking dinner in the kitchen, I heard my kids shouting excitedly: "Mom, come over here, you will see a very special thing we've done for you". I was so curious then I came to them.
Then I stunningly stared at my motobike. My brand new motobike was scratched vertically and horizontally with some thing edgy , a stone or a nail maybe. "Oh my God, what were you doing?"