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Well I never read Narnia, had never really heard of it until the films jumped on the Lord of the Rings train. Also, for me...the very LAST place I ever wanted to go was home.I mean, I never saw that implication. Narnia was more "okay, you've learned what you can from this place; now go learn what you can from the real world so that you can learn from the place I have for you after that", and the rest were usually "I miss my family and/or certain real-world amenities like working toilets more than I want to be here and be magic" from what I saw. My interpretation after the fact was always about where home was, and what that meant for the characters. But then, we have established that your fiction world was very different from mine, so perhaps I've simply been reading the wrong stories to be able to understand firsthand what you saw.
Sometimes during the summer I would get to stay with my aunt. She was, and still is I suppose, a wonderful woman. Just the total opposite of what I was used to, and I suppose yes she did spoil me a little but....the best part was, that I could just sleep at night. No getting hauled out to bars for hours and hours, no being left all alone at home wondering if she was dead, no listening to the house be smashed to pieces, no raging Dad beating the shit out of Mom, no Mom doing everything she could to provoke a fight with someone she couldn't fight, no listening to Dad whimper and groan because Mom literally ran him over with a truck.
No wondering if this was it, if the man who is supposed to be my Father is going to come in my room and kill me. Listening to him growl and mutter under his breath and GROWL like a god damn animal while he stands in my doorway staring at me. Room is too small, I don't have a window, and I can't get out, and I can't stop him because I'm too little.
Like I said...helpless.
I'd always call home, pleading to stay with my aunt Bev for longer. One time my parents actually asked "Don't you want to come home? Don't you miss us?"
No. No I don't. I'd be very happy if I never saw you again.
So I guess different tropes just come across different to me.
Small Edit: Kind of like our story here. If I woke up in a comic universe with a good set of super powers or something like a power ring? Fuck no, I ain't coming home. Hell, it's the one thing I think my Dad would actually agree on. "Hanging out with Superman boy? Well fuck, keep your ass there, because it's a better world then here. I'll catch you in next issue yeah?"
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