Tate, I've dedicated this story to you for your eleventh birthday. I've seen you grow from a tiny, screaming, kicking, drooling creep to a wonderfully interested boy. There's no better way to describe you now. You're neither little boy, teenager nor young man, but boy. I wish I could be a boy again - it was my favorite time. And so I've written you a story I think could benefit a boy, one which could give a boy ideas, one which a boy may enjoy and I do hope you enjoy it.
