I like that Doctor Who traverses the generations; and that each of us, however old we are, has our own Doctor and our own stories. This evening I went to the cinema with my adopted son J and his cousin E and we watched the Day of the Doctor in 3D, which is the Doctor’s 50th anniversary celebration. J almost shares a birthday with the Doctor. He was born 15 years ago tomorrow ….. and in time travel, tomorrow could always be today of course 🙂
I don’t want to be too profound about Doctor Who. All I want to say is that I loved Doctor Who when I was my son’s age, and I hope that if he is lucky enough to have a child, that they will share this too. I like the idea that J’s birth mother and his 3 birth siblings might also have watched the Day of the Doctor this evening, although we will possibly never know. I like that my father and sister and cousins, and their children will also watch it, and that a story can still bring people together. I like too that Doctor Who is a peculiarly British thing.
Happy 15th birthday J for Sunday. You have changed my life.
I am writing this on the theme of Stories for #WASO Weekly Adoption Shout Out