So, I’m sitting reading the Spore game book to Orville and Juss (we’re on page 96…I can’t believe I’ve read 96 pages of a video game source book aloud. We don’t even play Spore, though we do have the partial Creature Creator.) when the Cherubim comes downstairs from where he was listening to Christmas videos on Youtube and tries to pull my hand to get me to go somewhere.
Wanting him to talk, I say: "What do you want. You have to tell me: ‘I want…’"
And he says: "Pirates."
All seems right with the world when boys want pirates. (He wanted me to put on the Muppet Treasure Island, which we had rented.)
Ya know, oddly enough, I never wanted to be a pirate. An astronaut for a while, yes. But most of my childhood was spent wanting to be a writer.
…And now that I’m grown up and a writer (of sorts) I want to be a PI. Heh.
Bah, I’ve tried to answer this several times. Short version…pirates, cool. PI’s cool, too.
Ya know, oddly enough, I never wanted to be a pirate. An astronaut for a while, yes. But most of my childhood was spent wanting to be a writer.
…And now that I’m grown up and a writer (of sorts) I want to be a PI. Heh.
Bah, I’ve tried to answer this several times. Short version…pirates, cool. PI’s cool, too.