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	Prologue

Ever since I was a baby I had a gift. The adults never believed it, but my playmates did. The first time I picked up a crayon I drew of a horse playing in a field. My friend Sara was over and when I had finished my picture Sara and I pretended to make a story with it. We were saying that the horse was running in the grass and leaping into the air and as we were reciting our story my horse in the picture began to do what we said. We watched with amazement at the horse and began cheering as it jumped over a fence. Of coarse we believe that it was real, not just a figure of our imagination, for we were only two years old. We ran into the house yelling for my mom to look at the picture. My mom came and kneeled in front of us and took the picture from my hand. She asked what I had drawn and I told her of the magical horse running about on the paper. Again as I told her what the horse had did the horse jumped just as my mom looked away from the paper. She told me that we were imagining it that it wasn�t real, but we knew better. Children always know better when it comes to magic and fairy tales. That�s because children belong to the *land of imagination*.

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