There was a time when you built worlds before breakfast. A blanket over two chairs became a cave, a kingdom, a spaceship depending on the hour. The garden was a jungle. The staircase was a cliff. A cardboard box was never just a cardboard box. You moved through ordinary rooms the way explorers move through unmapped territory — with total conviction that what you saw was real, and that what happened next mattered enormously. Nobody taught you how to do this. You simply did it.
