The Loch Ness Monster isn’t real. Dinosaurs are extinct. And no, kids can’t fly. That’s the sort of thing we all got from our parents. Every time we heard something fun and imaginative, it seemed like Mom or Dad was there to pop our balloon.
What if that didn’t happen?What if Dad agreed with every childhood fantasy and offered to go hunt Nessie in a boat, with a harpoon? That’s exactly what I decided to do when I got a shot at parenthood with a six-pound tyke I named Cubby.When my little boy began asking questions, I kept my mind open to the possibilities and seized every fun and interesting opportunity that came our way. We hunted dinosaurs, talked to penguins, and drove freight trains and tugboats all over New England. I told him stories about nuclear horses, pine demons, and dragons.We even went cruising in Chairman Mao’s Mercedes-Benz limousine. Continue reading