When Robert returned home from Derek's house, he was shocked that his mom actually wasn't home. He got out of the car and strolled between the patio and the carport, into the terrace.

It used to be a tremendous jungle gym where he could involve his creative mind and possess himself for a really long time. It required a long time for the yard to recover the huge oval that had been his most memorable imaginary racetrack.

His dad used to grumble about it, demanding he at least try to ride his bike around in a different size circle.

Clearly, his father didn't understand how important hitting your marks was...