I am the eldest son born in a North Queensland town called Mareeba to the daughter of a baker and the son of a sugar cane farmer
Who remembers living in the tropics, the smells, the sounds and the peace


I am the child who played with home made bows and arrows, felt sets and plastic carpenters tools.
Who loved music and stories and animals .
Who dreamed of being a race car driver and never thought I'd grow up.


I am the teenager who felt lonely, misunderstood and smoked my Mum's cigarettes.
Who wore Bogart jeans and long hair and loved his guitar and skateboard and hated no one.
Who knocked himself unconcious while riding said skateboard and then got 2 extra weeks of summer holidays to recover.
Who dreamed of being an adult and knew he would get there one day.


I am the man who travelled Australia as a 17 year old before joing the Royal Australian Airforce
Who loves his wife and friends, family and music more than anything else.
I am the uncle who loves nephews and nieces and goes crazy if I have to drive in heavy traffic and whose moments of perfect bliss come when I am with my wife or creating beautiful music with my band.
I am the man who loves writing and avoids confrontations and who is a big softie underneath my tattoos.


I am the man who is optimistic and honest and friendly to all he meets.
I am the person who loves life and tries to live everyday with passion.
I am the man who still loves comics and cartoons, but never brussel sprouts.
Who still longs to learn something new everyday
I am the person who dreams of doing better and being successful and is grateful for my beautiful wife and friends and who hopes to make a living as a musician or writer one day soon.

Oh thanks for sharing! It was so much fun to read how someone else used the format!

For the record, mine is not me. I just was prompted to create a new character through this prompt. Repeat: I am not this pathetic. (But sometimes I do like to smell my fingers after an hour of sorting coin and imagine I'm a robot. )

I am the baby born in a test tube to the crazy woman and the sperm donor, who waited in vain for the chance to become a robot boy.
I am the child who played alone and alone and alone,
who loved robots and ninjas and rocket launchers,
who stored scraps of skin in my treasure box,
who dreamed of the planet Sunaru and never thought he would make it there.
I am the teenager who ached for love, sex, and rockets,
who wore aluminum foil and tin cans and loved nothing and hated the world,
who threw the cherry bombs into the toilets and never got caught and then ached for recognition;
who dreamed of the planet Sunaru and knew he would never make it there.
I am the man who still aches to pupate,
who loves robots and ninjas and rocket launchers.
I am the manchild who loves the idea of being a robot underneath all this hated skin and goes crazy if I have to admit that I'm not,
and whose moments of perfect bliss come when my hands, after hours of playing with coin, smell like tin and, for just a moment, I can believe that I am a robot.
I am the loser who loves no-one and avoids everyone and who aches for a different life.
I am the manthing who dreams and schemes and still blows up toilets with cherry bombs.
I am the person who wiles away hours on the internet and then wonders why my life sucks.
I am the manchild who still loves robots and ninjas, but never a woman.
Who still longs to learn robotic ninjitsu in zero-G.
I am the person who dreams of the planet Sunaru and the big breasted robot ninja amazons who inhabit it and is grateful for these dreams;
and who hopes to someday make it there.

That was fun SanChonino. I liked that you fictionalized it you coin smelling finger sniffer.

You sound like someon I'd like to meet

I am the only sane child born to a crazy woman and an airman who lived in the Great White North.


I am the child who played dress up and inventor and barbies.
Who loved babies and Golden Grahms and warm summer days.
Who stored in my treasure box
Who dreamed of living happily ever after and never thought she would be brave.

I am the preteen who wore peg leg jeans with a bandana around one leg.
Who loved blue eye shadow, the New Kids on the Block
I am the teenager who hated the fact she DID like those things when she was a kid.
I am the teenager who fell off a waterfall and swam in Lake Superior in January.
Who was an honor student and was too scared to go to college
Who dreamed of being a good mom and knew she would not be ordinary.

I am the woman who joined the Army to see the world and never did.
Who loves her Father in Heaven and HW and boy and girl.
I am the mother who loves playing with my kids and goes crazy if I have to stop to clean.
and whose moments of perfect bliss come when my house is clean and everyone is happy and at home together.
I am the yoga instructor who loves to read and avoids diets and who can't sit still.

I am the woman who is not very serious and a little crazy and a social butterfly with a few really amazing friends.
I am the person who worries about doing the right thing and not falling behind.
I am the girl at heart who loves to be barefoot and hates wearing shoes.
I am the woman who loves to sew and do crafts, but never finds time to sit down and do them
Who still longs to get her degree
I am the person who dreams of seeing the world with her family and being out of debt and is grateful for the blessings of a technology heavy society.
and who hopes to be satisfied with the life she has led.

Bandana, mark, sanchonino, lifehappens, I really enjoyed all of these. Great writing here.