To Zoe, who reminds me every day of the power that lies in imagination.
As a child, I spent many afternoons lost in the Hundred-Acre Wood, caught up in adventures with a silly old bear named Pooh and his best friend, Christopher Robin.
The world of the wood was as real to me as my own backyard.
I could picture Pooh's home, with its large armoire full of honey pots, and felt as though I, myself, had knocked on Piglet's door on many occasions.
I loved Eeyore, with his droopy eyes and pessimistic view on life.
I just thought it was rather funny that the donkey could never see how much he was loved or how great things were and wanted a hug from Kanga and to bounce along with Roo and Tigger.
