As a teenager, I fancied writing science fiction. One day, I wrote a few pages, and then threw them across the room, because they were too Bradburyesque for my liking (I'd just been creeped out by a Cece story).
Then I crawled around and rounded them up because they were the best bits of writing I'd done in my life till then. A few years later, I read Dandelion Wine, still my favourite Rad Bradbury book, and then the super-creepy Mars stories...
If I ever reach peaks of Bradburyesque writing again, I guess my days will be made.
Goodbye, Rad Bradbury.