I, Thespian?

When I was knee high to a grass hopper I always quiet fancied being an actor. When out in the fields by my house playing with John, Ian, Peter and myself I would create such vivid images in my mind and threw myself completely into the role of whatever we were doing, weather the Germans where assaulting our trench (we actually also dug ourselves a rather large bunker in a field as a prop, I don't think the farmer was too impressed though), plotting our escape from a Dalek work camp or hiding from the Predator. It wasn't just a game to me, it was real.
This continued with me through out Primary and Secondary school where I would perform little sketches and skits, usually comedy.
When I reached Upper school Drama was finally a lesson to be taught; albeit only for half an hour every fortnight. Drama lessons managed to take my little ember of hope of one day becoming an actor and pour an ocean worth of water on it killing it completely.
Without a dedicated Drama teacher at the school we were taught by a different teacher pretty much each time, one lesson it would be a maths teacher the next a physics teacher after that a geography teacher. Just about any teacher from any subject that could be as far away from acting as possible.
Our lessons were spent being rivers, lakes or trees blowing in the wind and on one memorable occasion when a teacher came in with a hang over; logs, the entire half hour was spent lying on the floor not moving or making a sound.
After passing up the opportunity to be in the one play we ever did (I think I was offered Tree #3). I'd had had my fill of "acting" and instead devoted my time to script writing; but that's a story for another time.

I never would have thought after all these years I would be but a few scant hours away from getting to actually act. Admittedly it's a bit of a stretch to call it acting given that I’m only doing a couple of cabaret acts but we'll see how we go maybe like Jason Voorhees you can't really kill a childhood dream.