a memory

One time about 4 or 5 years ago, I was standing in my bathroom brushing my teeth when I heard the TARDIS outside my house. I ran down the hall and down the stairs and out of the front door and looked. The swings on the green outside my house were swinging in the wind. The old rusty joints were making a large bowing noise.

Though I will always feel sad that it wasn't indeed the Doctor, come to rescue me from the mundane existence I lead, I treasure this memory. The hope and excitement I felt then exceeds anything I think I will ever feel.