Miles had a wonderful imagination from a very early age. He lived two lives—one here with us in our world and one imaginary world overlaid on our own. When he was a boy, there was always something else going on with us, a pretend world that we both participated in.
Miles’s creativity manifested itself early on. One day, Timmy and Red Legs appeared. They were his imaginary mouses. They went everywhere with us for many years and it started when Miles was about three years old. Sometimes, if something happened for which there was no explanation—a cup was broken, a cereal bowl spilled, someone stuck their finger in the cake before it was time to eat it—Timmy and Red Legs were prime suspects. Miles was never reluctant to point out their alleged misdemeanors.