Memories...

Dave stood in the room that used to be his. It looked like a bomb had hit it. Bits of old toys lied scattered everywhere, each with it's own unique link to his past. Memories flooded over him from every direction.

He had shared this 3m x 2m room with his three brothers. A quick calculation told him they had around 1.5 square meters of floor space each. 'I'm such a geek.'

Over there was where they had played with this toy and over there was where this game had happened. That was where Pea had been flung into the TV and cut his head open. That was where they had painted a picture on the wall. Dave thought back to how big headed he had been about every little thing. He had actually considered himself a great artist, more than a match for his younger sibling. When did he stop drawing anything other than a smiley face?

That's where the computer originally went. That's where they had signed up to online gaming. Ultima, the latest of Ste's fads. That's where they had painted and played with Games Workshop's figurines. Ste had spent so much time and money on those little things and when he was finally getting into it, all his friends where on there way out. Shame. That's where Alan had wrapped himself up in his blanket and parked himself in front of the TV. Heaven forbid anyone else might like a go on that games console. Is that where Alan had sat on that penknife? He really wasn't sure.

That's where they had cut up old boxes and created wonderful toys. Who else could claim to have made a fully 3D transformer which actually transformed out of a cereal packet and celotape? That Soundwave was cool. Or the fortresses with secret compartments and hidden extras.

That was where Dave had completed game after game after game on console after console. That was where Fire had become an unstoppable gaming champion. Burnt away anything and everything that had stood in his path.

That was where Ste had learnt to eat football, sleep football, drink coca cola. Such a sad day for all involved.

This had been his room. This had been his home. His 1.5 square meters. His life. Pea was leaving. The last of the Natsios children had finally flew away from the nest. The room would finally be reclaimed by Dave's mum and dad after 28 years. They had done a remarkable job raising 5 children in a 2 bedroom terraced house. It must not have been easy. The memory of the room would fade into just that, a memory. He took one final look at a lifetimes supply of junk. Everything reminded him of something. Everything.

Except this weird bit of black plastic. Where the hell had that come from? It didn't really look like anything.

Oh well, almost everything.