I have a lovely
memory of sitting on the floor of my grandmother's
house, surrounded by my large extended family, watching
Thunderbirds on the small television. It was the
highlight of Saturday afternoon. My brother and myself
would spend hours playing Thunderbirds -- he was
Virgil; I was Scott -- soaring through the sky in our
fabulous machines. To my parents, we were two eejits
running around the bedroom with cardboard boxes on our
heads, but to us, it was very real. The Tracy brothers
were our idols; we wanted to be just like them.
Of course, the
cardboard-box-playing came to an end -- allegedly -- but my
love of Thunderbirds has reigned strongly throughout my
life. I began writing fiction at age eleven, and one of my
first completed works was indeed a Thunderbirds story.
It's funny how I can look back through my fandom stories and
see how much everything has changed. Thunderbirds has
helped my writing immensely, and I owe a great deal to all the
wonderful people who've aided me on my journey to where I am
now, and who'll help me to where I'll be in the future.
I'm Irish, and my life
consists of studying and the Tracy brothers.
I think I can live with