If I had known that there was a place where stories could be told and shared between fellow fans of something precious, then I think I would have been writing fan fiction at the age of six. That’s when I have the first memories of my mother sitting me down in front of our television to watch re-runs of an old show. From that very first crash of thunder and the resounding boom of Jeff Tracy's voice, I was hooked. Many years passed, during which I loved Thunderbirds to the point of obsession. Then, as things always do, the world changed; I became more involved in school and had no time for watching a 'kid's show' in my spare time. My life from that point on was space science and physics; I had no idea how much a certain show likely influenced my interests at a young age.

It's really funny to think how much déjà vu a person can feel from seeing a movie poster. I don't know if anyone else in the theatre at the time knew just how much nostalgia I felt to see the word "Thunderbirds" again, and not on the side of some old VHS tapes that were getting dusty at my house. I don't think anyone else in the theatre knew what was being sparked inside of me again, or they would have dragged me outside and hid me in a dumpster. Obsession? What obsession? It's simply nostalgia I thought happily as I began to search for those old tapes after the movie.

It took two hours to find the tapes, another ten to decide I was still in love with a 'kid's show', and about two after that to convince myself that it couldn't hurt to check a fan fiction website for a Thunderbirds section. There couldn't be much there, I thought. No one likes it anymore.

How wrong I was, I soon discovered with growing happiness. How wrong I was.

Here I am now after many hours spent wearing out the novelty of the movie, having arrived back at the place where it all began – with a group of puppets that are more than that. Who, after all, can dismiss the Tracy family when they have so many stories to tell when one is willing to listen?