David Flin
My most recent book, the Complete Tales of Sergeant Frosty, has been over 40 years in development.
It all started in 1972, when a group of Royal Marines were on exercise in north Norway in winter. It was cold, dark, and we were on top of a hill with just empty packing crates and snow for company. As far as we could tell, we had been forgotten. The packing crates quickly became sleds, and the snow rapidly became snowmen. Thus were born the snowboarding snowmen. One snowman survived two trips down the hill, and we christened him Sergeant Frosty. Clearly surviving two trips meant he was an NCO among snowmen.
The matter would have ended there, had not many years later, I had young children, and young children need bedtime stories. "Tell us a story about a snowman."
From somewhere, I dredged up the memory of Sergeant Frosty, and told the story of how he came to life. It was a tale that included concrete dinosaurs, King Arthur, a Presidential election, and a whole bunch of other stuff that made sense in the context of a bedtime story.
"Tell us another story about Sergeant Frosty,"
And so it went on.
The book is simply a collection of bedtime stories, more or less. If there's anything in life more satisfying than telling a bedtime story to a child, or in this case, twins, I've yet to find it.
It all started in 1972, when a group of Royal Marines were on exercise in north Norway in winter. It was cold, dark, and we were on top of a hill with just empty packing crates and snow for company. As far as we could tell, we had been forgotten. The packing crates quickly became sleds, and the snow rapidly became snowmen. Thus were born the snowboarding snowmen. One snowman survived two trips down the hill, and we christened him Sergeant Frosty. Clearly surviving two trips meant he was an NCO among snowmen.
The matter would have ended there, had not many years later, I had young children, and young children need bedtime stories. "Tell us a story about a snowman."
From somewhere, I dredged up the memory of Sergeant Frosty, and told the story of how he came to life. It was a tale that included concrete dinosaurs, King Arthur, a Presidential election, and a whole bunch of other stuff that made sense in the context of a bedtime story.
"Tell us another story about Sergeant Frosty,"
And so it went on.
The book is simply a collection of bedtime stories, more or less. If there's anything in life more satisfying than telling a bedtime story to a child, or in this case, twins, I've yet to find it.
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