It's the Details that Count

When I was but a wee lad, probably about nine or ten years old, a distant relative pulled into our farmyard with a helicopter fuselage on a flatbed trailer. It was an exciting moment for all of us, having never seen a helicopter up close before. I was just at a family reunion in Saskatchewan when I found a picture of it. It was cool timing, seeing as that moment actually inspired an aspect of Unlimited, ​which I had just finished writing. 

On the far left is my Aunt Margie, who has already passed on. I think that's my dad peeking out from behind her. The older lady is my Grandma Miller, also deceased. And the little guy with the dark hair is my brother, Shawn.