It happened, on the driveway.

I remember the time, who knows what age I was, but let's say I was a young thing, someone who would play happily by themselves outdoors, out there on the slope of the driveway. And there I stood, perhaps gripping onto a soft ball in my right hand, one that had crumbled a little like a mouse had nibbled on it, and as I stood there the vast sky arching above me, I had the thought that I was a person, I was a me, and it was as if the universe either expanded away from me or zoomed in, either way, I realised me standing there, as a car drove past and the angry clatter of dishes could be heard from the open kitchen window, I realised like I had been pinpricked into that moment, into that time and space, that things would not be the same again. That I would not be the same again. Now I was a me. Alone.