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

[notpoetry.livejournal.com]

I was thinking twelve, too, because I definitely remember being twelve and still running around outside with my friends pretending we were horses or fairies or whatever the mythical creature of the week was, but at the same time, zomg Backstreet Boys etc. I don't know if it's the same for boys, because I think at some point they go from "imagination!" to "video games!" and I think I remember all the neighborhood boys hitting that when they were ten or so. But, you know. Thing.

I am so excited for this story now.

[notpoetry.livejournal.com]

actually, you got me thinking about this and now I remember that, weirdly enough, my fantasy world/sexual awakening split happened around the same time I went from Catholic school to public school. Coincidence? Probably, since it was a switch from elementary school to jr. high. But now I'm grinning and thinking that "the nuns, they did nothing!" to keep me from that inevitable...*cough* flowering.

also, there was my discovery of the internet in seventh grade. and it was all down hill from there.