“We were all magicians once. Hidden away in the dusty attic of childhood memories lies a time when we stood astride of two worlds. When we could erect fairy kingdoms with a few sticks or wooden blocks. When ferocious animals would spring from the shadows of our bedrooms at night. When the fire trucks and tractors we commandeered could sweep through the towering infernos and utopias of our imagination. Then one day we gave up the notion that we could fly if given the chance, that trees and little girls in paintings could answer back when spoken to...”                                         

– from “Imaginary Companions” in Glowing Birds