Day of Nine Dogs
@literorrery It's funny; I'm thinking and thinking and I'm not sure I have an inflection point, just a series of steps.
I'm 13, and I'm wandering through the desert behind our house, imagining meeting with the creatures that live under the earth.
I'm 15, and seeing a place where I can be an animal-person online fills me with a weird flush-glow for hours afterward.
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I just turned 16 and I'm in the bookstore reading RPG books because some website I found out about on this newsgroup I just joined told me I was born during the new moon. (It's funny, this has turned out to be perhaps one of the most significant ones, but I don't remember it as being such, I've just derived its existence)
It leads to:
I'm 19, and reading an RPG book from an entirely different system, and suddenly I'm a coyote.
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I'm 22, and I'm waking from a dream about a specific crystal I saw in the school's mineral museum, knowing I'm about to run off to buy it.
I'm 16 again, home alone for the first time, drinking a fancy soda and imagining it's a TF potion, connected to a virtual world until the ISP times out twice, listening to Pure Moods on loop.
I'm 29 and visiting Seattle.
I'm 22, trying to figure out what is this PBX thing that these colorful critters on LJ are talking about.
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@indi There's no one inflection point, but there are many points on the path that can be seen as inflection points in the rear-view mirror. I happened to touch one this morning. I wrote this up for three Fridays from now. I wanted to share the story.