My Parents Are Not My Real Parents

We all started out with our own singular, confused-but-creative view of the world. For many of us, these views hardened into actual "facts." This book is a collection of some of these childhood imaginings; conceived by children but remembered by adults. These idiosyncratic histories inspired by our own limited life experiences are more than just a shared belief in Father Christmas.

As children, we are magicians, painters, writers, dancers, storytellers, singers, masters of play, and accompl...