Imaginary Enemies: The Importance of Losing All Track of Time

October 6, 2010

I looked out into the backyard a while back and saw Stephen, my 10 year-old, flying across the grass on a yellow Hippity Hop, scowling fiercely. He wore his bike helmet and a knight’s breast plate made of plastic.  He held the Hippity Hop’s handle with one hand, and in the other, he grasped a […]

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