Once upon a time we had friends who spent their free time in a land of chivalry and make-believe. They put on costumes, went by different names, and pretended to be a part of times long past.
I found the whole thing highly amusing, and politely said this wasn’t my thing but my inner voice was screaming
Then there came a boy who was my beloved son, and he dreamed dreams of becoming a fearless knight. While boys his age were discovering girls and cars, he imagined grand adventures, and wrote tales of dragons and daring, princesses and how best to save them.
Two years of public school bullying had left him questioning who he was and what he wanted that to look like