When I was about 4 or 5, I had an imaginary friend named Stody. My parents told me he was usually a bird, but I always remembered him being like the cat from the old Nick Jr. show Busy Town. One time I opened the door and invited Stody's "family" inside. I proudly told my parents, "Today is Stody's birthday. We're having a party." I proceeded to set the table for me, Mom, Dad, Stody's mom, Stody's dad, 3 stuffed animals, and the big chair for Stody himself. My dad bought a little Carvel cake and we had a real party and everything. Boy was I something. :)
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
- I used to believe that on your birthday, you didn't advance to your next age until you ate your birthday cake.— Casi
- I thought the song "Party Time" by Moby was actually saying "heart attack" (this was before I knew the title)— Elviessa
- My parents have the same birthday -- month, day, and year. I though all mom's and dad's had the same birthday.— Cait
- On family road trips, my parents always told me that water towers were filled with chocolate.— Edith
- I used to believe that all dessert was birthday cake.— David