Why.Grow>Up?

So I want to write. Actually, I’ve always wanted to write. And I have a story. Wrong again, I’ve always had a story. The character? Doesn’t matter. Let’s just call him a boy.

What is the boy’s story? His story is very small- He is growing up. OK, that’s rather too small. So how long should it be? Should he grow up a few days or a few weeks or a few months in every story? Or should he just have a small story, rather than a future? Gross, right? We should all have a future, a bright one, so should our boy.

The boy. The boy is a reserved lad. Wait, “is”? Actually, that’s third person narrative in present tense. Why third person narrative? Because I want the boy’s story to be real. If I become the boy, I’ll be exaggerating- The good or the bad. Why present tense? Because I want our boy to be around us.

OK, the boy is a reserved lad. He hates studying, as most children his age do. His drawing book means the world to him. He likes painting colourful sketches of mountains & oceans & landscapes & trees for hours & hours. He wishes he was a migratory bird, flying from one place to another with turn of seasons.

How old is he? Well, he’s 9. Does he have a girlfriend. I think he’s a bit too young for that. We’ll get her one, when he’s, let’s say 13?

Now, the boy, what’s his story? One fine evening, the boy packs up his small school bag with a few of his favourite clothes, drawing book, colour pencils & sneak out of his house. Where? He doesn’t know. Why? Because he’s had enough-Enough of drawing & drawing & drawing. He wants to see, to experience the world out there.

What now?

                                                                                      To be continued…