Sunlight angled through the shop window, landing on a familiar glint beneath a pile of old lunchboxes—a battered red Matchbox fire truck. In that instant, the years folded in, and I was again sprawled on my childhood carpet, humming makeshift siren noises as toy wheels rolled over faded map rugs. It's remarkable how a single object—a scuffed action figure, a plastic farm animal, or the click of a vintage game token—restores an entire feeling. So many of us move forward with b