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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

I was about 3 yrs old when my dad took me down in the basement because of a tornado. My dad ran upstairs for some reason or another and left me by myself in the large basement-sitting on a reclining lawn chair (I do remember being scared)! I don't remember this part, but he said he came back downstairs and found me chatting away with new "friends". That must have been my way of calming my fear. He said (and I do remember this par) that every night afterwards, I would make him open up the basement door and I'd holler good night to all of my "friends". My dad says when we moved from the house I told him that they weren't coming with us because they liked where they lived.

— DMW

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