A childhood belief about imaginary friends

I was in fourth grade when i decided that I ought to have an imaginary friend. My first one was a pilgrim, and her name was Sandra. I imagined her walking under a schoolbus after about a week, though, because she didn't like to read.
Then came Kim. I hated her after three days, because she was too perfect. She was a shape changing fairy with blonde hair. I then imagined Kim spontaniously combusting, which was very fun.
Then came Elanor, my soul mate. She liked to read, was far from perfect, and she only stopped by when I wanted her. We lived happily ever after, to this very day.
"We're in love, aren't we, El?"
"Yes, dear, we are."