I used to have an imaginary friend. Her name was Becky. She was my best friend in the whole world, and one afternoon we were playing out front while my father was working on the house. She leaned up against the wall to rest and my father drilled a hole right through her. She dissapeared and I would not speak to my father for three days.
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- one of my friend's was told by his father that if you didn't turn mirrors over the reflection would run out.— pri
- My friend Rod hates any kind of meringue pie because when he was 6 his father told him it was cow slobber.— Sean
- When i was child, i used to think my father was my father christmas.— BeB's
- i used to believe that my father was the tallest man in the world— tiara
- We didn't have a chimney in our house. Father Christmas had to come in through the letter box.— Ginnean
- "Our father, with Art in Heaven, how do you know my name?"Anon