I used to have an imaginary friend named George. He was 25, handsome, and tall. My parents for the longest time thought that I was being visited by some guy every night. He and I did everything together, until he "supposedly" got into a car accident and broke a leg and arm. He for some reason never recovered, got married, left me, and died. This was one of the saddest times of my life.
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 have an imaginary friend named Mr. Nobody. He would protect me from my imaginary enemy, Bad Elmer.— Kdees
- If someone broke into my house at night my ninja turtles would come to life to protect me.— blip
- I used to believe that if you broke your arm, it broke off. And that if you got shot, you automatically died.— Mary Beth
- when i was growing up i had two imaginary friends. One was named Jennifer, the other was named Onion.— Tessica
- I used to believe that George Washington died and turned into a bridge.— lara dean