
Coming around the white-knuckle fourth turn, I zeroed in on the finish line. Car 47 to my left; Car 28 to my right. Car 78 kissing my rear bumper--oh hey, ice cream!
Now that I am five years old--a whole hand, as it were--I see the world in a different light. Sometimes, it's the nightlight as I try to read in bed long past my bedtime, in clear defiance of my parents. Sometimes it's the light from the oven, as it cooks my delicious chicken nuggets. Sometimes it's the light coming from my new Star Wars Clone Turbo Tank; how does one brush his teeth without the accompaniment of a Clone Turbo Tank?
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So focused and intense!
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