This is a fun story to tell, because the fact of knowing about Terry Pratchett started one generation before mine and because of a mistake… Well, in the end
not a mistake at all… XD
Once upon a time, several years before my mother had me, she ordered to buy a T-Shirt from a magazine. A few days after, she received a box and opened it.
So far so good, right? But it turned out that because of the inscrutable ways of the causality, inside the box there wasn’t the T-Shirt she wanted but a book called “Ritos Iguales” (
Equal Rites).
She started reading it. At the beginning she got confused, but in the end she loved it and waited for the next translations (and you had to be very patient because at that time
the average of years x books were of 2 or 3! 8P) and made the collection…
Years later… When I was eight she introduced me to the Discworld and… Here I am! :dance:
PS. My mother never asked for the T-Shirt.