My introduction to 
                        the fandom came when I was very young, but it took until 
                        I was nineteen to realise I was in love with 
                        Thunderbirds. I always remember walking into the 
                        video rental shop with my dad and looking in the basket 
                        of videos for sale, only to find one video that grabbed 
                        my attention. I don’t know whether it was my dad's 
                        influence or my intrigue that prodded me to buy the 
                        video, but that movie was watched over and over with a 
                        child’s love. 'Thunderbirds Are Go' is the first piece 
                        of Thunderbirds history I ever owned.
                  Of course I only remember 
                  experiencing a fraction of the craze that erupted in the 
                  nineties. I saw the episode of Blue Peter, showing 
                  eager children how to make their own version of Tracy Island 
                  (yoghurt pots, cardboard rolls and papier-mâché, I kid you 
                  not). Fortunately I had the real version, with models of the 
                  crafts. Even when the batteries ran out I played out the many 
                  adventures of the Tracys.
                  Sadly the memories faded 
                  as maturity progressed. I moved on to other things, leaving 
                  childhood behind.
                  That is, until the summer 
                  of 2005.
                  The end of exams and 
                  countless essays were over; university had finished for the 
                  year. I had plenty of free time to indulge in my favourite 
                  activities, and to sleep in late. Waking up at ten one 
                  morning, I walked into the kitchen and switched on the TV, 
                  only to be greeted with a familiar welcoming sight.
                  The Thunderbirds were 
                  rescuing the Fireflash again. It was 'Trapped in the 
                  Sky.'
                  I missed some of the 
                  earlier episodes during the rerun unfortunately, but the ones 
                  I did record I watched over and over. The DVDs had to come 
                  soon after, and there was born my new addiction to such a 
                  wonderful series.
                  Some people say that it's 
                  a series for kids – my parents especially. But I ask you, is 
                  it so wrong to lose yourself in a period of time when the 
                  world was so innocent? To indulge in a universe of strong 
                  family ties and fabulous technology, where the bad guys always 
                  get their comeuppance? For me it has become a newfound love; a 
                  world I would love to live in. And the addition of five very 
                  handsome men just goes to make that world so much more 
                  delightful.
                  Thank you for reading my 
                  work – for taking the time to share in another Thunderbirds 
                  adventure. And a big thank you to everyone for your wonderful 
                  support.