A childhood belief about imaginary friends

I'm not sure if this counts as an imaginary friend, but I used to believe that there were small people inside my mouth, and they were hiding in little slits i had found in my mouth (I later found out those led to my nose) I thought they took the food I ate and either stole it or turned it to poo. I used to think that I needed to get them out so I would stop being hungry and pooing, so at the dinner table I would open my mouth, stick out my tongue and place it on the table as a ramp, so the little people would leave and go to someone else, I would also point my head at my brother, so the little people would go to him instead when i "let them out"