As early as I can remember and up until the age of five, I had an imaginary friend whose name was Nanik. I don't know whether it was a girl of a boy, I don't know how old it was, I don't know what it looked like, I don't know were its name came from (it's definitly not a regular name in France!) I just know it lived in the bathroom inside a big driyer closet we used to have. Its voice was the echo of my voice in the closet. I used to talk with Nanik for hours (or what seemed to be hours) telling stories, telling my life. In my family, everyone knew who was Nanik, it was like a family member. My parent would say: "So, how's Nanik today", and I would smile back...
This message is just a tribute to my good friend Nanik.
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
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- I used to beleive when ppl didn't talk (deaf ppl) they lost their voice and could never talk again!— Tiara 10
- i didn't beleive this, but a kid my sister knew thought if he screamed in a really high voice, he ran faster.Anon
- That captain hook lived in my closet on the very top shelf.Anon
- I seriously used to believe that Bert from Sesame Street lived in my closet and that he was going to kill me.— Liz