drawing up kingdoms

I remember that a lot of my childhood was spent reading. I had almost forgotten that so much of it was spent drawing.

I drew wildly, in a frenzy. Rushed caricatures and calligraphy of made-up names, cartoons and elaborate maps of hidden lairs and fantasy kingdoms.

And wrote. A thousand stories begun and abandoned, sometimes in the middle of a word.

This is apparently what the Summer Olympics of 1988 looked like.