When I was 12, I started Martial Arts. Mr. Sam Nishi, a WWII Veteran, was my instructor.
He was powerful and wise. He almost broke my arm but stopped at the exact point of
intense pain but no cracking! He wanted me to know pain so I wouldn't fear it.
He taught me balance, nutrition and respect for women: “they are smarter and stronger than you.”
He was “also a boy because I never gave up my imagination."
To this day, I still have balloons roaming the rooms of my home, most of my friends are women
and my imagination powers my writings. My characters are curious, joyful, friendly and forever
Some of them are quite poetic: Toad hops around the land, in full Toad grace, saying things like
“I have to be my own judge because nobody else understand me!”
I received this note this week:
“Mr. Hutton, today, I read 2 of your stories Captain Dricksmus Drake and Socks.
I think they are wonderful. I think your mind is a work of art!
Thank you for injecting a bit of joy into my day.
Sincerely, C. Fairbanks” I hope you enjoy them too,
Your donation would add joy to my day.
Thank you for reading my stories.