When my nephew Kai was four years old, I built him a race track. It ran through my kitchen, down the hall, and into my office and bedroom. Masking tape marked the edges of the track, the pit area, and the winner's circle. Then I positioned his Playmobile cars and people and took photos, and started writing the story to go with them, but never finished it.

Kai is now working as an engineer, and it is time I finished the book. The cars are long gone, and I had since moved, but I still had the photos and the draft of the original story, so after many years, I got to work on it again, and after a few evenings, it was done.

Now Kai will have a book that will remind him of his fun visits to his uncle's home, and he has a book he can share with his own children, someday.