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Storytelling a Life From an Old Dungeon Master
The circle remains unbroken
The piece of paper below is over 35 years old. I drew it on grid paper when I was a teenager, probably 14 or 15 years old. This was a map of a Dungeons and Dragons world that I created and used to make up games to play with my friends. A world, created in my mind, where I would daydream adventures in.
I found this old map when my mother asked me to go through an old box I left behind when I moved. I opened it up and found so many memories from my youth. I found my electronic design kits, my comic books, and my Dungeons and Dragons stuff.
Opening that box was a superhighway trip down memory lane. In an instant I was back in my parent’s basement on Friday and Saturday evenings, rolling dice, killing monsters, and finding treasure. My friends were there too as we poured soda and ate Doritos. We laughed, argued, and lived glorious adventures.
Somewhere between that 14-year-old boy and this 51-year-old man, I found my storytelling voice.
