In my house there has always been the same person running about: Not Me. He was never much of a friend as you can imagine, but he was VARY active. No one got along with him and I honestly don't want to even talk to him. Not Me is very mischievous, when something go's wrong it was always Not Me's fault. Latly though he sees to have calmed himself, but my things still go missing sometimes...
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that when you moved house you swapped house with the person moving into your old house.Anon
- i used to believe that when a person moved away, they switched houses with the person that bought their house— alli
- i used to believe that parents do things to make there children happier. well i was wrong. — Emma C.
- i use to think that clouds were made from active volcanoes— brandyn
- I used to believe that I was the only real person in the world and that everyone else were fake things!— supermk342
- I used to think running for president involved actually running somewhere.— Artimage