Darker Fairy Tales
I first remember going abroad when I was eight years old. Baby me had already been carted across several continents, but eight is when I discovered the world. It was also the summer when I began to read.
I spent days paging through Star Wars novels on my uncle's desert farm. I looked up from vintage Twilight Zone comics one night to see baboons watching through the window. I devoured fairytales sitting in a stone house's under-basement, at the edge of a pit where the frothing sea roared up from the bottom like a caged beast. I still can't remember reading Matilda without also thinking of how the rat-bitten pages felt against my fingers as men walked towards our car on a deserted road, their guns glinting in the sun.
After that summer, I came back and continued growing up in the American Midwest. But my imagination never came home. Since then, I have gone on my own "errant adventures" and nearly fallen off cliffs in more countries than I'd like to admit. I've also begun to write (and illustrate) my own stories.
When I write, I try to capture how I felt like as a child, where fantasy is just another unexplored country, where danger and wonder go hand in hand with chores and eating your vegetables.
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