A Day That Felt Like an Age-Old Memory

I'm not sure why I felt compelled to return to this old hobby shop today. It's been years since I stepped inside, and the smell of wood glue and paint brought back all those memories from before my switch side really came into focus. Among dusty shelves, I found myself holding a miniature toy police car, a reminder of my childish dreams to be more responsible than I ever was. Back then, it felt like an escape from the chaos at home, but now it's just a lonely reminder of how things could have been if only...