The item that left the greatest impression on me in Hiroshima was a tricycle. Owned by a three year old boy killed in the nuclear blast, it serves as a symbol for one of the great tragedies of the modern era. And while the story may not be all that it seems, I've come to realize that the truth is less important to me than I'd first believed. Edit: For some reason I said August 11th when I meant 6th. Not sure where that came from. Not that the date is the important part, but still. I've always got to mess up something, as is tradition.