I’ve always held onto my boyhood dreams of rocket jet packs and flying cars.  I read the old pulp magazines when I could, devoured paperbacks and hardcovers that spoke of journeys to the stars and little green men from mars.  I loved the feeling I got when I read the tales that brought dreams and wonder, and it led me to a lifetime of telling my own stories, writing my own books, and sharing my dreams with others.

I’ve always hoped I could share it all with my kids, but life is a crap shoot, particularly in the area of our childrens’ futures.   They will grow and live, learn and love as they are meant to.  If we are lucky, we find some common ground.  My daughter Katie seems to share my love of adventure.  The other day she built a rocket.  It really LOOKS like a rocket, and it has eyes.  I told her one day I’d introduce her to a computer named Hal, and to Mr. Data…

Someday, maybe she’ll read this very short story I wrote that encapsulates it all:

Eyeroll : Emoticon Fiction #21

Maybe she’ll let me ride in her rocket.

–DNW