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Wednesday, 26 April 2017
MY HEART IS STILL A FIREBALL...
When I was a kid living in the first house I remember,
in the woods at the top of the street there was a fallen tree
that I imagined was FIREBALL XL5. I'd sit on the front of it,
pretending it was Fireball Junior and that I was pilot STEVE
ZODIAC. When I was around five and a half, we flitted to a
bigger house a few minutes away in another street, but I
often returned to those woods to play on my tree.
One day my big brother came in and told me that work-
men had turned the tree around while doing something in the
woods (no, they weren't bears, so it wasn't that), so at the first
opportunity I ran up to see for myself. I was disappointed, not
being a fan of change of any kind, but there wasn't anything
I could do but accept the cold hard fact of the situation.
When we moved again, I visited 'Fireball' often, even
taking some of the loose roots from the upturned base of the
tree as mementos of my childhood. At some stage in the '70s
(mid-to-late, I think - can't quite remember) old 'XL5' was re-
moved and I never saw it again. (Wouldn't it be weird if there
were a wooden ornament in my house made from that tree
and I didn't know? I mean, I'd know there was an orna-
ment, but not that it was made from the tree.)
Anyway, fade out the 'TWILIGHT ZONE' theme.
I don't have a photo of the tree to show you (took some,
but never had them developed), so I thought I'd show you
a piccie of Fireball XL5 itself. Don't know who the artist is,
but it's a pretty neat illustration. Always loved those jet-
mobiles - anyone know where I can buy a real one?
(Yeah, some of my posts are pretty weird, ain't they?
Thing is, I just wanted an excuse to show you this image
of Fireball XL5, hence the personal reminiscence.)
Posted by Kid at Wednesday, April 26, 2017