Photo Source: Flickr “It finally happened. Happened. Happened. It finally happened.” I’m walking in the street with my dad and he is echoing Freddie Mercury’s haunting melody. Sometimes it will be with our Alsatian, Khan, sometimes it is just him and I. At some points my siblings must be in attendance, but I don’t remember them present. We’re on the way to a music lesson, to the pub, the leisure centre. My dad. The song. The street. We’ve seen the music video on TV. On Top of the...