The crazy thing about kids is that they have an uncanny ability to imagine whole worlds—while sitting in an empty old box. They can see it and it becomes as real to them as life itself.
When my eldest son was around two he began to show his life-love of horses. He would fly out of his room yelling, "The horses! The horses are coming!" What would follow was a stampede of about a thousand invisible wild horses. He would grab his invisible whip, mount his invisible mustang, and then pursue the wild herd throughout the house. At night, he would hang his whip, hat, and saddle up and in the morning he would rise and put them all back on.
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