The title of this post? Yeah, that's how Dino Boy starts all his stories right now.
"Once I was a big boy, and there were aliens and I SHOOTED them!"
"Once I was a big boy, and I had a sniper gun because I was SPACE MARINE!"
"Once I was a big boy, and I had a T-REX who ate all the other dinosaurs!"
Future writer? I think so.
It's amazing how early storytelling calls to us. For whatever reason, there's something in us that makes us imagine and dream and all that good stuff. I love watching my kids create their own worlds where anything can happen. Everything is magic to them, wonderful, new. I love seeing the world again through their eyes. It reminds me how amazing life truly is.
Anyway, that's my short thought for the day. I'll be signing off early this week for the holiday. But next week is contest time again! (Which means I should probably hurry and finish that final crit from LAST contest...sheesh, I'm lame.)