Every Whovian has his/her own story of how they joined the fandom. For this editorial, I thought I’d share mine.
My story began in 1984, one year after my family had moved from Lafayette to Grand Isle. During the summer has always been the best time for the town. Tourists love to take in the sun and businesses always make lots of money from them. My family owned the Seabreeze Cottages, and all three of us took care of it. I’d pitch in by taking the sheets off the beds and take them to the laundry shed. My Uncle Karl also owned a business there, the Bon Voyage Marina. To put this in perspective, neither of these places exist. We sold the cottages and the Marina is now destroyed.
Anyway, during that summer, my Uncle Karl had a bad accident at the Marina. As he was using the hoist to lift a boat from the water onto a trailer, one of the cables snapped and the boat landed right on his leg and broke it. He was not about to close the Marina while he was in rehab, especially in the summer! So, my dad and my mom agreed to help run the place for him. That meant as soon as we got all the hotel chores done, my mom would take me to the Marina with her so she could help Dad. I usually kept myself occupied, as I was too young to do anything there myself. I had books, the radio, and TV to keep me busy.