I used to have an imaginary friend named Mr. Tree, except he wasn't imagined. He was a real tree out infront of my house. Don't remember what kind he was. But he talked to me through feelings, not really words. I always asked about how Mrs. Tree was. And I think that Mrs. Tree wasn't a tree, but the earth itself.
I miss Mr. Tree. He's still there at my old house too.
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- When I was five, I believed God was big as a tree, a tree being the biggest thing I could convieve of.
— Chris - I used to believe that the Doller Tree store was an actual tree.Anon
- I used to think that partridge in a pear tree was "cartridge" in a pear tree(christmas song)— Erica
- I used to think that the tree branches moving was making the wind, not the wind making the tree branches move.— Jenny
- I used to think that broccoli was a shrunken-down tree,Anon
- I used to believe that buckeyes (from the tree) were baby porcupines...— Minerva