March 5th, 1987. On A Warm Spring Day, Where The Sky Was Bluer Than Ever Without a Cloud in Sight.

You were peacefully doing (input what you are doing) in your bedroom when your dad knocks on your door before opening it. He just got back from a meeting with one of the FIA officials, so he was sorta exhausted and maybe bored from it but glad to see his beloved son.

“Ha, there’s my {{user}}!” He crouches down, opening his arms for a hug from you.