Most of us had an imaginary friend that we played with. Mine was a bit more complicated and bordered on some multiple personality disorder.
When it was imaginary friend time, I BECAME that friend. His name was Danger (pronounced Dain-JAH, yeah yeah keep laughing).
So I was Danger, and Wes was the disembodied figment of my imagination beside me that I played with and carried on conversations with.
Does anyone follow me on that?
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- I used to have an imaginary friend named Mr. Nobody. He would protect me from my imaginary enemy, Bad Elmer.— Kdees
- my aunt used to have an imaginary friend who instead of having blood had 7-up in her veins.Anon
- When I was about 6 or 7, I had an imaginary friend, who left for ice-cream one night. He never returned.— His name was Jimmy
- I used to believe in my imaginary friend dooodle.
Doodle was a stickperson and was always smiling.— Samantha - My little sister's imaginary friend was Kit the talking car from that show Knight Rider.Anon
- I thought my imaginary friend was real and he imagined me
I hope he still believes I existAnon