I was an early reader and had read all of the Oz books by the time I hit second grade. I really, really believed in Oz. There was the name, of course, and my mother was from Kansas. Apparently (and I don't remember this), each time I finished an Oz book I'd drive my parent crazy by insisting we take a trip to Kansas to visit Mom's relatives. I just knew that if I could get there, Oz was just a tornado away.
Thanks for the insight, Dorothy. I’ll check out that site when I get home tonight.
My guess is that you really wouldn’t want to go to Oz now, right? :-)