As a kid I wanted to be Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four fame. I used to daydream all the time about being able to stretch like him and I fantasized about all the weird things I could do with all that power. As an avid comic book collector and reader, my special power was my imagination. I became all the superheroes I loved: Batman, Superman, Spiderman, The Hulk, you name it.
I brought a child into this world because I wanted someone to play video games with. Okay, that was hardly the only reason I made such a decision, thank god, but it was fun to think that the little dude would grow up to become my partner in crime, climbing the walls of fortresses, finding buried treasures, and killing hundreds of evil minions sent by the big boss.
I wrote like a demon for a few weeks, coming up with 300 to 1500 words per day, every day. The writing wasn't necessarily top-notch, even far from it, but it was nothing to be ashamed of, and I knew I was getting better at it. I felt like a serious writer and I was coming up with lots of great ideas.
How I went from needing angiography to becoming more serene I could feel the drops of sweat forming on my forehead as the slope increased. I was desperately trying to convince myself that I was still fit enough for my age but the nagging thought that […]