Remembering LARP

Lots of friends are recalling LARP on facebook right now, via photos etc. I don't have quite such comfortable memories of it, though it's done me a lot of good - I met my fiance through LARP, met some of the best friends imaginable, and if a LARP sword hadn't caught a bad person's attention once, he might have attacked me with something more deadly. Still, the dreams never quite captured me because of the sheer inconvenience of reality; long dresses in a portaloo, that sort of thing. My greatest adventures have been as myself, but I appreciate the fun a lot of my friends get out of the hobby. So this is for them:

And will you be stepping, then stepping
To a time where colours ran bold
And dreams were roaring missions on a field
Treasures within a book loved long ago

And will you be stepping, then stepping
To a trail of rabbit holes underneath trees,
Guy ropes and chain mail and a story
in another country, always another country

And will you be stepping, then stepping
Through the riddledoor that takes you to a tale
where you are not tired, and magic is yet true
and drinks are passing round a midnight fire

And will you be stepping then stepping
towards tomorrow’s battles when the sun
breaks frost upon the tent and still you’ll smile
as once you did, heart ready for your quest?

RIP Sir Terry Pratchett

and thank you.

Crying?

This is silly.
It's not as if I knew him, or even that I stayed connected to his books...there are still plenty of them I haven't read yet.
But I remember the Colour of Magic, fresh and funny. It's like a part of one's past, small but you notice when it's gone.
Wish things were different for you Terry.
And hope you are in eternal sunshine somewhere, laughing the way you made so many laugh.