It was a sunny afternoon and the garden was my kingdom. My name is Nicoletta and, truth be told, I have always found a strange joy in the little things in life. That day, while I was watering the plants, I noticed some movement in the grass: they were toy cars, abandoned and forgotten.
Intrigued, I approached and picked them up: small, colorful cars, each with its own personality, ready for a race through the bushes. But instead of putting them away, a crazy idea crossed my mind.
With a decisive step, I began to step on the toy cars, one after the other. Crunch! they went under my foot. Each crash was accompanied by laughter. The sound was funny and liberating! I imagined myself at the wheel of a giant SUV, in a world all my own, where the toy cars were nothing more than obstacles to overcome.
I continued, while the sun shone high and the light wind caressed my face. The little cars were easily crushed, leaving only a memory of their passage. Being giant for a day was some
