Ok, this is *really* weird. I used to go to my grandmas instead of daycare. Before she lived there, a young boy called Mark took his own life in there. I would constantly sit on the stairs and jabber to no-one. Then my gran asked me would I like a drink. Response? "Yeah, can Mark have one too?" From then on I had an invisible friend named Mark, who lived on my gran's stairs. How weird is that o_O
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- I used to think that pepper was only used to mark where you'd put the salt.— BK
- I used to believe that my birth mark was a tea stain!Anon
- When i was little i used to think that a birth mark was the place on the body where you came out of the mother— bipbop
- I used to think that if you didn't have a birth mark you hadn't been born.— Kim
- I used to belief that the birth mark on my dad's leg was where he spilled his coffee... EVERY morning.— Liz
- I thought Marco Polo was Irish.
Mark O'Polo.— Claire Sparkes