When I'm All Grown Up, Come What

How We Remember Changes How We Have Lived. Time Runs Both Ways. We Make Stories Of Our Lives.

What Mortal Knew The Way Their Fate Line Would Run?

By Things So Achingly Small Are Lives Measured And Marred.

We Are All Shaped By Where We Grow Up, Though That Shaping Takes Different Forms. I Dont Think Theres Any Doubt That Coming Of Age In Winnipeg Both Opened My Eyes And Made Me Hungry - If I Can Subvert All Claims To Be A Real Writer By Mixing Metaphors Like That.

Some Writers Later, Describing The Events Of That Night And Day, Wrote That Wan'yen Of The Altai Had Seen A Spirit-dragon Of The River And Become Afraid. Writers Do That Sort Of Thing. They Like Dragons In Their Tales.