When I was a little boy, I was blessed with a vivid imagination. I guess most kids are. I could be a cowboy, a soldier, a fireman; all in the same day whatever I wanted to be. And it was my imagination that made it all real. A stick with a rope tied to it became a horse and two old boards nailed together with a rusty nail became an airplane. Of course, as you grow older, if you are not careful, your imagination can turn into lustful fantasies or other sinful thin...