When i was 9 years old i had a bad day at the Museum, when we were at the entrance i was talking with my mom about how exited i was, while my dad was buyig the tickets to pass.
ENTRANCE
Museum
We were enjoying the paintings and sculptures and without intention by accident I dropped a sculpture with cultural value and also a little expensive.
Seeing that the sculpture broke I started crying and my mother scolded me. In the end my parents paid what I had made fall. And that was one of my many bad days.