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A young child stands atop a sloped driveway,
face creased in concentration.
Behind him a worn wooden gateway provides
the backdrop to this winter scene.
It is cold and crisp but he would stand there
forever – remote control in hand.
Two tiny hands grip it tightly as his thumbs
flail to keep control.
A tiny car whizzes around on the road ten
metres ahead of him.
Nothing else matters in the entirety during
these continuing moments.
The small house that he grew up in stands
to his left comfortingly.
A long time has past since this moment,
it feels like a lifetime.

This is one of my first memories.