My co-editor Cheryl Clemens wrote this blog:

I remember the first short story I ever wrote was in fifth grade. It was about a girl who was taking a walk in Arabia (come on, I was 9) and she fell and was knocked unconscious. When she woke, she was in a cave with magical horses that could talk. Of course, no one could ride the horses but her, which really came in handy when an evil sheik tried to capture them.

My youngest, 8-year-old Rosalie, writes and illustrates stories all the time about princesses and mermaids and magical girls who can do amazing things.

My oldest daughter, Luci, used to do the same. But she’s 14 now and outgrew things like that long ago. She did, however, recently share the plot of one of her stories. “It was about a girl whose dad got hit by a horse and died and she had to go live with her aunt at Disney World,” she told me.

I did a double-take on that one. It sounded absurd initially. But I’ve spent a good chunk of today writing and editing stories about Web sites and summer camp and pediatric allergists.

Having to go live at Disney World is sounding pretty good right now.