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?