I’m 6 or 7 years old, it’s a bank holiday, I’m watching TV and I come across the Never Ending Story. The epic of a child a little older than me who is having a hard time with his father and whose mother is dead.
He spends his days dreaming and reading when a very unique book falls into his hands. With this book he travels a parallel world populated with strange creatures. During his adventure he is saved by a white dragon.
For years I have dreamt of being in this boy’s shoes, protected by a dragon who would help me save the world.
Years went by and the dragon was always in my heart. I never told anyone.
Yet my eldest son had until the age of 5 an ever-present imaginary friend : a red dragon.