When my Uncle passed away in August 2010 I was asked if there was anything of his that I would like to have. I had a look around and I spotted a yellow car.
I have memories of it for as long as I can remember. I don’t think I had ever held it in my hands. It was the only thing that I wanted as a keepsake.
I didn’t realise it until I held it in my hands that it had been broken many times and glued back together. I suspect it is at least fifty years old.
It takes pride of place on my desk near my computer. I use it to put my pens and pencils in. Every time I glance at it I am reminded of the many happy hours spent with my aunt and uncle over the years.