Many years ago, when I was a tiny pipsqueak of a child, I played make-believe all the time. As I grew to be a little bigger, my worlds of make-believe didn't so much dwindle as become more complex and sophisticated. By the time I was a teenager, I put dress-up behind me with childish things, but fantasy was still alive and well. In fact, fantasy worlds and egos are a rather integral part of my person and occasionally this is expressed in overt ways - playing Cowboys and Indians with my friends in Georgia, or Puck running around clear as day, for example. But for as real as fantasy is, it has never wandered into the realm of Reality... until one day two years and seven odd weeks (give or take a handful of days) ago when I was invited into Someones Else's world of make-believe and dress-up, and found out that it was actually a different dimension of Real Life. When I was little, my friends and I were always going on adventures, exploring, digging to China, buildi...
