The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
The completion of my first semester art project, a five or six page sequential-art piece titled “Childhood Lost”, was quite appropriate. In every way, I had begun to lose what little was left of my innocence during my first semester of college. The heartbreaks continued, both creatively and in the love department. My life was a mess but strangely, it wasn’t bothering me nearly as much as usual.
After crushes on Tori and Rachael broke apart or nearly broke apart friendships, I should have known better than to pursue someone else close to me, but I didn’t. The next target of my affections was Tammy, who ran the literary magazine I worked for. She was older than me and unattainable, but still I imagined things.
Unknown to me, there was a girl who was lurking in the shadows who was interested in me. When I figured out who it was I wasn’t particularly interested in her, but when she finally said something to me… Well, we’re getting ahead of ourselves.
The important part of this story is that I was working on a deeply personal comic strip during the latter part of my first semester at Bradford and it was for class and the whole thing was sort of a convergence between school, love, and my passion for storytelling. The story of a boogeyman coming out of the shadows to steal the beloved stuffed animal of our hero was straight out of my nightmares and it represented a lot when the boogeyman took off his mask and looked exactly like the scared avatar I’d created for myself.