There’s a photo.

Faded at the edges. Smudged by time.

It shows a little boy — barefoot, maybe six years old — standing in a backyard, squinting into the sun. His hair is tousled. His shirt is too big. He’s holding a toy car like it’s a treasure.

You wouldn’t look twice. Unless you knew.

Unless you realized: 👉 That boy grew up to change the world.

Today, his face is known to billions. On magazine covers. In history books. Flashing across screens in speeches, movies, or global movements.

But once? He was just a kid. Laughing. Dreaming. Unaware of the path ahead.

This single photograph — simple, unposed — has become symbolic. Not because of what it shows. But because of what it represents:

Every great journey begins with small steps.