I have a rich fantasy life. I always think it developed in my childhood. I remember the Time-Life series on the Ages of History: one of those 20 book sets you bought one at a time. The one that always captivated me was the the Age of Exploration. The part on Africa always gave me nightmares, though. It had pictures of the strange men that the Europeans of that time believed lived in Africa: men with one leg, or men with no head and a face on their chest. When I had nightmares my parents told me to think about something else, so I started fantasizing things before bed. That grew into fantasizing all the time, perhaps in response to other things going on in my family.