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

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Uh oh. Am I having selective amnesia again?

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

At your birthday party, I forget where it was exactly, there was a lamppost in the back...not really yard, but out behind the apartment.

I still maintain that it was, in fact, the End of Time, as the wardrobe to Narnia is at the company I work at. I've had a couple meetings in there.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. That was at the apartment next door to my grandfather's. Gee, you get a little cake in me and I'm awfully whimsical, aren't I?

I'm still looking for it. I don't think I'll ever stop looking.

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

Might I suggest you focus your search on Kirkland, Washington? It's right there, by the lunch room...