A childhood belief about imaginary friends

one summer when I was a kid (I can't remember how old), I could see a twinkling
star outside my window. It would talk to me in my own secret language and his
name was george. He was my best friend that whole summer.

Then one night my mom heard me talking to George and she told me that stars
don't talk and I should go to bed. The next night George was gone. I was so sad
because I thought my mom made him leave me and not be my friend.

Sometimes I still wonder if this was just my imagination...