One of the highlights of my childhood were the stories my dad told me before bed. Instead of reading a storybook like most parents, my dad created stories of a land he called Avalon that was full of dragins and magic and morals and one little girl. In many ways this influenced my imagination and beliefs. They were myths just for me. And when my little sister was born (she’s 10 years younger) I wanted to do the same for her. So I started telling stories about characters she created. I drew out a world for her and stories that grew with what she was experiencing. I like to think it gives her what it gave me – hope and wonder. Much as religion would give a devout person.