A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was about six, I had a whole imaginary "magic" world which could only be reached by walking in a certain pattern in the woods behind my yard. I pretended I was a boy named Harley (who did ballet, like I did at the time), and I was illegally learning magic from a woman named Elspeth. Apparently I was the only person from the "real world" who could access this place, and therefore I had to protect both worlds from the evil Prince of the Night. As it turned out, the only reason he was evil was because he didn't have a name. I defeated him and gave him a new name, and then we got married. I guess same-sex marriage was legal in the magic world!

A few years later, my friend and I were horse-crazy and would pretend we had a whole herd of horses and that my front yard was actually a countryside where we raced the horses. One of my horses died and I told my friend I was going to carve his name into the wall of the "stable", which was actually part of our wooden fence. Good thing I never did, since that fence was brand new.