I do believe in ghosts, or at least in some kind of persistent spiritual echoes of the past in certain places.
I believed then - in a deep, easy way that is impossible for me as an adult - that there was more to this world than meets the eye. Trees had spirits; the wind spoke. If you followed a toad or a raven deep into the heart of the forest, they were sure to lead you to something magical.
My mother taught me to believe in ghosts: to use a Ouija board, have seances, and leave little offerings out for those who have passed.
I have a pretty open mind about supernatural stuff - I do believe that there's more to this world than what meets the eye.