|Do you live under the tyranny of the Episodes? No? |
When I was five I had a spaceship. I flew it to stars still undetected by any telescope. I battled enemies who threatened all we hold dear, vanquishing them just in time for supper, my parents and sister blissfully unaware of how much danger they’d all been in. Such an important mission required a great deal of stealth and so, to protect it from detection, my spaceship was perfectly disguised as a cardboard refrigerator box. Here’s the thing: at the time, I really wouldn’t have been enjoying myself more if it had been real. I really mean it - a boy with a real spaceship fighting a real extraterrestrial menace would not have had more fun than I did.