The New York Ren Faire at Tuxedo Forest solidified that love. It wasn't even really Robin, at the time; I wanted to be Jenny Wren (I'll point out I was all of 12-13 and very over-imaginative. Also, Jenny was the obligatory 'we need to let girls play too' character, but that worked just fine for me, I was never a purist m- they were opposed by Queen Isabella of Spain, fer cryin' out loud!). Small, spunky, totally kicking ass and taking names - she was the reason I got into stage combat. Granted, I missed the whole point where *acting* was involved, but did I mention I was 12? And highly impressionable? Right. So, Jenny was awesome, it was scenario so there was a lot of bad guys beating up on good guys, knives, swords, threats, hostages, sacrificing life and limb for a friend -- all the usual suspects for episodic drama at the ren faire. I absolutely ate it up -- I was old enough, and trusted enough, that my mom would let me loose to follow scenario around all day. Fraggin' heaven, that was. And so my love of high drama fantasy was given just enough reality to make it so I could never go 'home' again.