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 that.