A few months ago, I came out of school and I saw Tom Friedman making a statue at the roundabout. I really wanted an autograph but I didn’t want to embarrass myself so I just scruntinised it closely hoping he’d ask me something but he didn’t. The next day it was finished. It was a tall skinny man looking up to the sky. I walked into school only thinking about how fun it would be to hang off its head. The second school finished, I rushed out and scrambled up the statue. I had been hanging for about five minutes now. After another few minutes I heard a crack and the head fell along with me. Oh No!