When I was two, my father was a giant and it was my mother’s birthday.
She asked him to collect the granny apple for her from the garden. As soon as he stepped out of the door, the road jumped away from him like a long coil of wire. He drove happily, finding his way around the knots and eventually he reached the entrance of the garden.
To cross, he had to walk through a pool that guarded the treasures of the garden. The pool moved in hisses and shadows.
One wrong move and over he twisted and was thrown into the dreadful waters. Struggling, up he flew for air and only found that he was going deeper into a terrible darkness.
The Granny Apple was safe upon her tree but that year, my mother did not have a birthday party. When we saw my father again, half of him had disappeared.
We got all the mirrors in the house changed (halved). His clothes though, he decided to keep the same as before, and so a lot of people thought that he was a whole person.