A story that Stephen and I wrote for Mum. Mum often encouraged us to write stories or poems as birthday gifts. Double-edged sword... sometimes those backfired and pissed her off.
Something to animate or do as stop-motion, I reckon. It wouldn't be a fantasy without fantasies.
Unlike most boys, we were very into make-believe and building elaborate plots around our various soft toys (ie stuffed toys for the Americans). Lorraine got quite involved in that as well, but we still played soccer and video games and things with various kids from the neighbourhood. My friend Dario liked to build models: I remember this amazing nativity scene that he'd built with his parents.