I have a theory.
It’s quite simple.
I believe that fiction is just non-fiction that hasn’t been proven, yet.
Why do I believe this?
Because I can, because my kids believe in it and because it makes the world one heck of a more interesting place.
When you see a starry sky and wonder what is happening on other planets, when you feel the power of lava under a dormant volcano, when you feel for the kid the Pied Piper left behind just because he couldn’t keep up. When you get excited about a fat man in a red jumpsuit trying to get down the chimney.
When your four year old son defeats the monster under his bed because a Panda taught him the “ski-doosh!” move.
Magic is everywhere. You just have to believe in it.