When I was 7 i had a made up friend called Frank. Frank was 6ft tall and was pretty much your average mobester kind of guy. Frank was a hit man for a very well known and powerful family called the Kantonies and when i went to sleep he would go out and do hits then come back at dawn to look out for me. Over the years Frank grew tired of killing and when i was 9 he retired and moved to Maine under the name Tony and owns a store there for other imaginary people to shop in.
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- My mom used to think "preschool" was called "pretty school" until a few years later.— Molly
- I used to believe that people from Holland were called "Hollish", like people from Poland are called "Polish"— Sally
- I still belive that when a I sleep, my toys would have a party and play with each other until dawn.— Meah
- My brother was terrorised by an imaginary charecter called anorak doo-dah— Corin
- Since we receive bread at Mass, I thought he was called "Jesus Crust" Seemed pretty obvious!Anon
- I thought a major general is more powerful than just a general (which still kind of makes sense to me)— Demond