When we got the email to bring in a landscape image that might have some meaning to us I was stood in a coffee shop at the time, next to a card rack. I saw this image of Pen Hill and automatically pick it up and bought it.
Then came the part we had all been waiting for. All the children would line up at the top of the hill and suddenly out of know where, it would turn into a sea of adrenaline filled children hurling hard boiled eggs down a hill, it became a the mad competitive rush to the bottom. It would never be a clean race either, you would always get the kid who would pick up your egg and toss it in the opposite direction, this would become devastating and you would find yourself focused on chasing after there egg instead of going to pick up your own. This would end up in in seek of revenge, all you could concentrate on was obliterating there egg.
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