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Abel The Dragon Tamer

With a swoosh of his map pencil, he gathered all the pages before him and thrust them in my direction.

“It is finished!” he exclaimed.

I reached for the sheets of paper.

“Please give these to the people who are making How to Train a Dragon III!” he demanded while waving three fingers in the air with his free hand.

Abel had drawn five distinct dragons and proceeded to tell me that he had a dream. The dream whispered to him a new story about these dragons, and he was adamant that the story needed telling.

“Abel the Dragon Tamer…” I muttered under my breath.

With a furrowed brow and a smirk he released the papers to me. “You’re silly Dad - don’t throw my drawings away.”

I stood motionless, staring at his drawings as he ran off to his next adventure. Many things crossed my mind that day…

What do I do with these drawings? I don’t like clutter. They are surprisingly good! Wait! Why am I surprised!?

My son can think about things on his own; this is terrifying… and comforting.

My son has dreams. What!?

My son is beginning to create, my five-year-old is starting to write his story.

I have a deep reverence for Art. Art as personal expression that unearths underlying truths of the shared human experience. Art that seeks to reflect what is common to humanity, transcending (or attempting to transcend) the limitations of context. It seems that there is a place deep within us, a murmur of consciousness that pushes each of us toward story - even if it is not our own.

I learned something new in writing this post. ‘Dragon Tamer’ is a thing.

‘99% of all dragon tamers can be described as a 17 to 28-year-old white male who enjoys outdated and/or fantasy video games.’ - Urban Dictionary

Even the fabled and oft-misunderstood population of the ‘white male,’ chases this experience. Video games offer us a story. In fact, many places provide our narratives. It is up to each one of us to decide whether we wish to tie ourselves to them. What do their tales tell? What do they say to the world about us?

Here I am, at the beginning of Abel the Dragon Tamer’s story: the boy who tamed dragons long enough to put them on paper.

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