Yesterday, being assigned to clear the attic of our house, I came across few old boxes from my childhood. There I found my favorite toy of all time and that was a wonderful metal miniature of a Rolls Royce Silver Dawn. They were stuck between dozens of old dusty books belonging to my mother and the ancient retro German developing system belonging to my father. I couldn’t wait to see what was inside.

I opened the boxes like a child on Christmas’s morning. With each item I was getting out of there , the child within me was shedding a tear, for the long-gone memories. Everything had a sentimental load which was deeply cutting my pseudo called maturity. When a saw the car I just lost it . It was the first time in years . I didn’t even know that was still in the house. That nice big metal car that was traveling with me everywhere became a vintage rusty miniature.

The illusion couldn’t stop there. My childish imagination remembered it as the most beautiful toy. Its large and blue hood with the chromatic accessories where now tiny pieces of metal passed by years. It had a nice cyan aluminum body made manually with a lot of attention due to the corners well-preserved. The pale light of the solitary candlestick from the table made the pattern look scrathed but in reality it was as shiny as I remember.

From the first second when I got it out my first thought was about my grandma who died when I was very young. I had a special connection with her from the first second fact that leaded to a deep sadness from a small and scared boy. After her funerals ,my father seeing my sadness, stopped at the nicest toy shop in Suceava and brought me this . I couldn’t stop smiling when I saw him with such a gorgeous car in his hand.

The second reason why this car has such a great importance to me is the fact that since my brother was born , i had to share everything, which for a me was a little bit traumatizing at first,but with time it got better. This marvelous miniature was an exception, a reflection of my inner soul , away from the hands of the unknown, It was my special thing.

This was a big flashback of my sweet and innocent days. Not only that it aroused an instant curiosity of what were the things that made the most innocent period of my life so wonderful as I remember but also it induced me a subtle melancholia.