As a child I was often described as having an active imagination. I am sure many of you reading this shared a similar label. It was both a blessing and a curse. Often times my active imagination kept me awake late at night worrying about all the possible disasters that could happen to me in the night while I lay there sleeping. I really saw the ghosts that entered my room each night and it terrified me. I also really saw the little gnome like people who lived by the tree in my backyard and enjoyed playing with them. I really could fly as long as nobody was in the room to see and loved it.