His memories of this place were as vague as he chose them to be, but this day, this man relived this one a little longer.
He sat on a wooden horse 35 years ago and watched his mother bury her face in her hands as his father walked away. He never saw the man again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the laughter of his 2 children going around on their wooden horses.
He clutched his wife’s hand a little harder and waved at his children, determined to give them different memories.