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A Scrapbook of my life...
Written for Bradley Ramsey & J.M. Gooding Pandamonium Prompt.
I was born a storyteller.
Before I could hold a pencil properly or even spell the words.
I was pressing RECORD on a clunky cassette tape and dreaming worlds to life.
As I scan the rolodex in my memory, of the first creative souls, of course there are files for Reading Rainbow & Mister Rogers.
Gram introduced me to Verda — silver-suited, otherworldly, magnificent creation. A woman who didn’t fit the ordinary world, and didn’t have to. I didn’t have words for it then. I just knew I wanted to live somewhere that electric.
Then came the Doctor.
I didn't go looking for him. He simply arrived ~ all scarf and curls. The Fourth Doctor. I watched from behind my grandfather's chair because the Daleks terrified me. Genuinely. Exterminate in that grinding metallic voice and I was gone, pressed against the upholstery, heart hammering.
I never turned it off.
The TARDIS could go anywhere ~ any time, any world. He faced all of it with curiosity instead of surrender. That changed something in me, permanently.
I didn't want to write stories.
I wanted to pilot a blue box through time.
Still do….
What I understand now, looking back across all those living room floors, cassette tapes, and painted Saturday skies, is that creativity was never something I discovered. It was something I inherited, from people who loved me enough to sit still while I talked, to keep what I made, to let me hide behind a chair and then watch me creep closer to the screen anyway. My family.
My Creativity is fueled by tea. Lots of tea.
You were READY TO SERVE! Loved this and the references!!!
Oh, this is just delightful! 🥰