Hello there. I'm Ben Rainfall, son of Iona and Leighton. I was recently informed that I'm to be the new Rainfall heir. It was shocking at first, I didn't know that mum had been writing about her life and her legacy. I think it's a great idea and I'm happy to continue it on for her. I loved reading her story and hopefully generations to come will enjoy it all too.
Anyway, I'd like to tell you a bit about myself. I just aged up into a young adult and I don't need to tell you about my childhood because mum's done that quite well! I'm the artistic type, it's my dream to be a self employed artist one day, for now I've taken a job at the local bookshop whilst I improve my skills. I'm trying to learn the guitar too. It's my lifetime wish to master painting and guitar. I'm a bit of a daredevil, I think I got that from mum, she's quite the extreme elder these days! And scary with that cane of hers! I like to be on my own a lot, solitude holds a special feeling for me and I can't stand crowds. I like to think I'm friendly to the people I meet around town. I often find myself impressed with the small things in life, some would say easily impressed people don't dream big, and, perhaps my dreams are small, but I say that being easily impressed makes me happy more often than those who find little impressive. So now you know a bit about me, lets begin my story. Here's a couple of pictures of me practising my skills at various times over the past few days...always in my nightwear.
The day after I aged up, I woke to see my table of childhood memories. There was my prom photo and crown, my art club trophy, scout badges, ribbons and that poster from my school trip to the mausoleum. It made me smile but I decided I needed that table to be my memories area and the rest to be more grown up. I had some money from graduation presents so I went out to buy myself a double bed. Once it was delivered I had to have a quick nap to test it out. It was very comfy and I was pleased with the bedspread I'd bought too.
After my nap I had to get around to the real business of being grown up. My high school sweetheart Kathleen Costello had aged up just a couple of days before me and I hadn't had a chance to speak to her since I had grown up too. After graduation was over, I invited her to the park. She came, still dressed in graduation robes and refused to take them off.
I bought her some flowers and we chatted awhile before I made my move. I'd missed her these past few days and I couldn't wait any longer. In a moment overcome by desire I grabbed her round the waist and pulled her close.
She didn't mind at all and soon we were making out in the park. Luckily there was no one I knew around otherwise Id've been really embarrassed.
Once we came to a natural stopping point I took Kathleen over the road to the cinema. She wanted to see the new chick flick movie I'm Dying, Let's Dance, I wasn't so keen but I paid for us to go in anyway. It really was a terrible film and she hated it too. In fact I'm glad she didn't like it other wise I would've had to pretend that I'd really enjoyed it and talk about how good it was for days. After the movie we each went our separate ways home. I hoped I'd maybe get to put that double bed to good use soon.