A few months before Christmas 1988 (actually it was well over three months away, if I remember correctly, so more like summer had been over for a few weeks) I was in a toy store, with my parents. And there I saw a remote-controlled model of a Ferrari Testarossa. Too big, too expensive for me, I thought. One of those dreams, which will never come true. I thought.
But my parents had seen the look in my eyes. ...And more importantly, they had noticed that that car had become my main destination in the weeks that followed. But I never thought I would have it. One day, about a month before Christmas, I don't remember for what reason, but I looked for something in my parents' bedroom closet. There I noticed (it was actually well hidden) a box already wrapped for Christmas, which seemed to be the same size as the one that contained the remote-controlled Testarossa... (continue with the next image).