I have always had an air of the esoteric about me. Long before "The Secret" or "Tony Robbins" I was chomping at the bit to make my dreams materialise. Birthday candles were more than flickering symbols of my age. At 3, I wished for a baby brother. He never came in a flesh form so to speak but my mother presented me with a doll called Billy Boy who became my pride and joy. He also sparked my interest in medical wonders as I would crusade for a treatment that would ensure that Billy grew like the other boys. Billy Boy and I would sit and watch "Pinocchio" and I would lament with Gepetto where was my real little boy.
At 11, those candles burnt fresh desires. Desires that leapt from the screen and crooned. Desires from the stable of dream maker Johnny Young and his Talent Team. I would sway along with Johnny as he sang "All My Loving" and wish I was Natalie and that Bevan Addinsall was my betrothed.
It was in front of the tv in my childhood home that I believed I manifested the little soul who would later become my all dancing, all singing, crazy eyed son, Cale.
"To become a real boy, you must prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish."
— Pinocchio
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