The Garage Door

When I was younger I spent amounts of time in my backyard. Year around, day and night, rain or shine, I would be there. one reason I loved the backyard is because it led into our garage and mostly anything fun I could do came from the garage, such as my bike and toys etc... My favorite thing in the garage however was an old croquet mallet. So one particular evening in late January my younger sister and I decided to go outside just as it was starting to get dark. When we made it across the yard I found the garage door to be locked which  brought much distress. For some strange reason I had my croquet mallet with me  and after pondering my options I began beating on the door furiously with the mallet breaking its window pains and the lock. Later that night my parents found out and I never saw the mallet again. Looking back it seems it would have been so much easier to ask my mom to simply unlock the door, but the again I was only six...