a faerie

a pirate

a vampire who lives in an abandoned castle waiting for a beautiful mortal to stumble upon me

a pretty pretty mermaid

a sorcerer

a druid

a really old pine tree somewhere in canada

god

a cute but tough elf with great sword fighting skills

a feminist robin hood vigilante

a member of badass all female rock band jem and the holograms

a morally grey demon

canadian

a witch who runs a potion shop deep in the woods with my wife and our 17 cats

a local cryptid legend

a spacer in treasure planet (2002)

an eldritch horror

spiderman

an over dramatic prince/princess who falls in love with a peasant

a peasant who falls in love with an over dramatic prince/princess

a waterbender

visibly punk

things i am:

"First you have to ask your Responsible Adult for five dollars," says the vendor in a measured, singsong voice, and wags her index finger at me.

I look around, confused. Who is she talking about? Does she mean the young man trailing behind me? I turn back to her.

"I have five dollars ..."

"Well you still have to ask him," she smiles sweetly.

As I open my mouth to ask why, I suddenly realize she has misjudged my age by at least two decades.

That's definitely a feeling alright.