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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was growing up, I had an imaginary friend named Hammer. My mom told me that one day I was very upset and crying. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her that Hammer died. Mom said that a couple days later I was really happy again, and I told her that Hammer was alive again.

All of my aunts and uncles knew I had an imaginary friend. They sometimes still make fun of me and ask me about Hammer.

— Jamie

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