My mother tells me that when I was a little girl – about five years old – I would rally the neighbourhood kids to participate in one or another game of make-believe. We would play our respective parts in some grand adventure, usually set in a mystical land where we would exercise magical powers to conquer whatever terrible monsters or villains our young minds could conjure. Of course, our epic tale emerged as we went along, one or another of us advancing the storyline with breathless anticipation.
