Okay, just one quick fic question...

[trinityofone]

...and then I am showering going to the library, I swear.

On the left you have: ages where you make up elaborate fantasy stories in your head and play pretend and run around thwacking your friends with sticks.

On the right you have: ages where you're starting to feel the first stirrings of sexual awakening, (mostly) innocent and vague, yes, but there.

In the wacky Venn diagram that is this story, where do those two circles intersect? How old are you?

Remember: also, you are a boy.

I was going to say 12, because at 12 I think I was still semi-convinced that I could still find the wardrobe to Narnia, but also I was crushing on Harrison Ford like mad and cutting his picture out of magazines and stuff.

Anyway, I would love to hear your thoughts.

(And sticks are still TOTALLY the best toys ever, OMG.)

Comments

[ashfae.livejournal.com]

I agree with twelve, from what I've seen of twelve-year-old boys.

I do not agree about sticks, because cardboard boxes are the best toy ever.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

You're right, it's a pretty close contest. Because I mean, yes, with a cardboard box you can make a transmogrifier, and those totally rock. But for me, nothing beats walking down the street, casually reaching out and breaking off a loose branch, and voila, instant sword-staff-spear-whatever. It's AWESOME.

Also, you can thunk your younger brother with them.