It is amazing what you find at the back of a hot press. A bag of clothes I had for Mark when he was 2 or 3. Seeing the little shirts and dungarees I had made for him jogged my memory and brought me back to that time when he used to drive his little tykes car. The car was his pride and joy, he spent most of the day in it, sat in it when he was watching telly and I am sure he ate in it too but I dont remember that. He drove it around the house, in through the double doors to the dining room out through the kitchen, down the hall and at the sitting room door he would get out of the car, go to the front of it make some noises and gestures like he was checking the engine and getting back into the car banged the door, always banging the door, then he would head off on his merry way.
He was mad about cars even then, when he was a very small baby he would run the car up and down my arms like they were a road or some kind of track. I did not mind being used as a road, he was away somewhere else at a race somewhere or other in his head.
Now 18 years old he is still car mad. He spends hours and hours racing on the internet, building cars, designing skins and his dream really is to be a F1 racer. He is good at what he does, but he would never boast about it. In his virtual racing world he is still that little 3 year old boy, lost in a world of cars.
God keep him safe.
