Today I’m thinking about… Time Machines and sorting out my younger self

February 8, 2011 § Leave a comment

It sounds incredibly self-involved, but every time I’ve sat and fatasized about jumping into a time machine, it hasn’t been to go back and slay baby Hitler or save a few of my ancestors from a brutal witchy barbeque. In fact, aside from the numerous and somewhat worrying Louis the XIV fantasies, much of these sci-fi dreamscapes have involved my sitting on a silver seat, in a playground talking with my nine year old self.

Recently I read a blog post written by a mid-thirties journalist about what she would tell herself were she able to step back in time to her childhood. Not to copy her idea or anything (OK, to copy her idea), but I’ve decided to write a list of the things I’ve always wanted to tell my little, naiive prototype. Brace yourself, because this might get emotionally indulgent (and just a little bit gross).

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Today I’m thinking about… choosing my own adventure

February 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

When I was 6, my favourite book was ‘The Ballerina Mystery’, a choose your own adventure book by Jamie and Laurie Pascal. The premise was fairly simple, you are a young Ballerina competing against your best friend and your worst enemy for the Prima Ballerina title in an upcomming performance. And of course the story unfolds into the usual betrayal, lust, kidnapping, death, falling through a door into a boat of midgets and getting lost at sea, forever.

Wait, what?

I must have read the book twenty times in the space of a few months. I leafed through the pages so vigorously the book can now be found next to my bald, bearded barbie doll in the victims of my childhood section of the garage. The reason for this was not because ‘The Ballerina Mystery’ was ‘The Great Gatsby’ of children’s literature, but because I only ever got lost at sea once.

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