More juvenilia: “The Supersonic Nightingale” (retelling of Robin Hood legends, age 10) and “The Hole In the Sky” (short story, age 11).
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Perhaps because of a family legend that we were descended from Robin Hood (my maternal grandmother was born Louella Mae Hood), I’ve always found versions of the Robin Hood story intriguing. When I was eight or so, I produced one called “Robin, Julius, and I,” which told the Robin Hood story from the perspective of the outlaw’s pet crow, Irving (the “I” of the title), and his dog, Julius.
So that’s why you decided to become a left-libertarian?
Well, that and the superhero costumes and the nifty secret hideout.