Greetings Dear Reader,
In truth, these are the milestones of my sub-creator; the
boy and man who created me and allows me to tell his stories. I would not come to life until his eighth
year after he read the great tales of Alexander Dumas. I was created when he began to crate the tale
of knight on a World War I Underwood Typewriter that had belonged to his Great
Grandfather.
We had just returned to Georgia in December. We had left everything in California. It was the first time I learned what it was
like to lose everything. All my toys and
most of my clothes remained behind.
We took a long Greyhound Bus journey from San Francisco to
Atlanta. I recall the painted desert and
crossing the Mississippi. It was where
I learned to love road trips. It was
where I gained my obsession with things.
I have kept the former and battle the latter constantly.
Mum, sister, and I settled briefly on Coolidge Avenue before
moving one block over to Crest Hill. We
live in the top floor of what had once been a large two story Victorian
home. It was on one of the few remaining
cobblestone streets in the city.
When I reached milestone seven I was given Schwinn Spider
bike. I learned to ride it within a week
and it became my constant escape in the neighborhood for the next few
years. My Grandfather slowly rebuilt my
toy supply. He also began that April to
teach me how to love baseball and the Atlanta Braves.
Little did I know that terrible painful things that were on
the horizon. Little did I suspect the horrors
contained in the next few years or the creativity that would rise within me to
survive. I did not yet understand Jesus
or what he would mean to me. That was a
few more signposts down the highway.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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