I now know that the place I sensed just outside of my sight was the imagination. I knew it then, but I didn't have the words for it. Barsoom, the Hyborian Age and Earthsea weren't places I could drive to, I knew. Still, I had the sense that they were real, by some measure of reality that was different than the way in which my house and my dog were real. There was resonance there. Things in the stories touched on things in life. Conan’s thrill at combat and adventure was as real as the feeling I got running, jumping, and hitting other boys on the football field.