When I was a little kid, my best friend and I had some imaginary friends. Their names were Ferdinand and Isabella (hers and mine, respectively) and they were tiny dragons, just up to our knees. I don't remember what hers looked like, but mine was lime green and hot pink, and I have a vivid sense-memory of imagining how it would be to cuddle a dragon.

We'd play with Ferdy and Izzy, as we called them, constantly. Whenever we built forts out of our parents' furniture, they were dragon caverns. We'd tell each other stories about them. We drew elaborate maps of where they lived, and if we'd had access to video cameras, I'm sure we would have tried to make home movies about them. When we went to school and were asked to do writing assignments, we wrote about Ferdy and Izzy. There was no part of our lives that they didn't touch.

When my best friend and I sat down and told each other stories about our imaginary dragons, we were just doing what came naturally - imagining, dreaming, hoping. It was just as natural for us to get up from the couch and go do something to extend that story into the real world: "Okay, you build a couch fort. I'll draw the map. Then we'll record a song that Ferdy and Izzy like to sing on the tape-recorder. And then let's watch a movie about dragons!"

Great video done by NML!