So, when I was in third grade, I was obsessed with WW2. I also had over 100 imaginary friends. This is a recipe for trouble. My favorite was an imaginary friend who was a black wolf who was part skeleton. He had chainsaws for hands, a tail that was on fire, red eyes, a really long tongue, and his name was “Killer”. He killed Nazis all day, and did nothing else. He literally just killed Nazis all day. I also had an imaginary friend named “Zeroe”, who was a winged wolf. Her fur was the pattern of a Pearl Harbor plane. I used to think that Zeroe would sit and the end of my bed and tell me stories from Iwo Jima/the battle of Midway. Did I mention she had a transgender kamikaze pilot named “Devil” for a best friend? Now, I’m 11, and it still creeps me out.
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- I used to have an imaginary friend named Mr. Nobody. He would protect me from my imaginary enemy, Bad Elmer.— Kdees
- when i was growing up i had two imaginary friends. One was named Jennifer, the other was named Onion.— Tessica
- When I was six I had an imaginary friend named Binky. When I was seven my dad ran over Binky with the car.— Shadia Granger-Malfoy
- my aunt used to have an imaginary friend who instead of having blood had 7-up in her veins.Anon
- 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 believe in my imaginary friend dooodle.
Doodle was a stickperson and was always smiling.— Samantha