I had an imaginary friend when I was about six, Steam the Chicken, a spectral rooster composed of water droplets who inhabited the bathroom shower. I would talk to him at length while taking showers, but he would only respond with a series of clucks. The friendship came to an end one day when I saw that Steam had been beheaded, plucked and roasted by some unknown entity.
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that if I ate the skin on the roasted chicken I would have curly hair.Anon
- When I was a child I used to believe that the steam rising from my food were ghosts. Anon
- i was scared to fart outside in cold weather because i thought u would be able to see the steam.— xJeNneSceNcEx
- I used to think the clouds were made of the steam that comes out of the factory smoke stacks.— TJ
- When I was a kid I took two showers becaue I thought my hair was a plant and needed the water to grow— Tim
- I used to think that mannequins were real people who had been beheaded. Creepy thought....
Anon