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Shinichi was just ten days away from turning four. A curious and gentle Japanese boy, he loved flipping through picture books. One day, he spotted an illustration of a red tricycle and asked his father for one as a birthday present. But it was wartime in Japan, and all available metal was being used to produce weapons. Luckily, his uncle came across an old tricycle from his own childhood and gifted it to Shinichi weeks ahead of his birthday. On the morning of August 6, 1945, Shinichi was riding that tricycle in front of his home in Hiroshima when the sky suddenly tore open. The atomic bomb detonated just 1.5 kilometers away. A blinding flash scorched the earth, and Shinichi was gravely injured. They found him later beneath the rubble, his small hand still gripping the handlebar. He died that same night. Shinichi’s father, heartbroken, couldn’t bear the thought of his son being buried far away. He dug a small grave in the garden and laid his boy to rest beside the red tricycle. Forty years later, in 1985, Shinichi’s remains were moved to the family tomb, but the tricycle was donated to the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum. Today, it stands quietly on display—an enduring symbol of innocence lost to war.