Goodreads asked D.L. Harrison:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

D.L. Harrison Why not a simple question, like the meaning of life, or is there a god?

LOL

I mostly stick to sci-fi and fantasy, so I'm not sure anything really qualifies, Except... I'll tell you a story I've never really shared with anyone including family.

When I was about ten, I rode my bike up the bowling alley with my best friend at the time. We were just two kids messing around, and there were those long high yellow poles, about three feet high, in front of the sidewalk to the bowling alley door, the ones that stop runaway cars from going up on a curb and into the building.

This was way back, so there were no nicely rounded caps on top for safety, these ones had a top of rough and bumpy but relatively flat cement.

So my best friend climbs up on one, and starts to step from pole to pole, which honestly looked scary, but I was ten and a dare was a dare. How could I refuse, he'd have called me a chicken. He was a little crazy, and I was a little stupid at ten.

But the truth was, I was scared out of my little ten year old mind.

So I get up on that first pole, hand against the building for balance, and then step off to the next one, but I was too tentative, and my fear caused my foot to miss it. My family jewels, of which I did not yet know the importance of, started to dive down at that yellow hollow metal pole filled with cement.

Many things ran through my mind at that moment, all of it involving pain, broken bones, and I flinched and froze, not even trying to catch myself with my hands. The angle was all wrong anyway.

But then, I heard a rushing sound in my ears that drowned out all other sound. The cars on the street, the birds, my friend, every sound was washed out. And my eyesight went dim, I couldn't see anything but a bright blur, and I felt someone or something grab me and lift me over the pole, and then place me gently on my feet on the other side. The rushing sound died down and I was strangely empty of fear, and when my eyesight returned I saw my friend staring at me in shock, like he couldn't believe what he'd just seen. All the blood had drained from his face, and I was a little curious to ask what he'd seen, but something on his face made me hold my tongue.

We never spoke of it, not even then.

What was it? I'll leave that up to you folks to decide. Latent psychic telekinesis? Guardian angel? A passing ghost who felt like being nice? Some other being? Or perhaps, just the strange and wild imagination of a ten year old...

You can decide it was that last one, but I promise you, it wasn't...

It also seems like a good lead in to a book doesn't it? The first example of a kid's powers coming in and being out of control, or... Something.

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