I was just reminicing about my imaginary friend that I had from about age 4 to age 5. His name was Cockle The Funger and he was a hobo. I remeber he would appear and we would laugh together and share lunch that he would unwrap from his polka-dot hankerchief that he carried on the end of a long stick. I remember one day he left to go and sit in the sun drenched rafters of an old dusty barn, to whistle. I never saw him again.
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- 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 that u had to learn to whistle to become an adult...i still can't whistle— whistle
- My friend used to think hit me with your rythm stick was hit me with your fiddle stick!! lolAnon
- I used to have an imaginary friend named Mr. Nobody. He would protect me from my imaginary enemy, Bad Elmer.— Kdees
- I use to think polka dot was a color.Anon
- I used to believe that if you poked a cloud with a really long stick rain would come out.Anon