My imaginary friend was called Swacky Boom, who was a sort of elf-like guy usually fond hovering cross-legged at ceiling level in the corner of the room.
He liked his tea stirred a special way, in ever decreasing circles, then in a cross pattern.
Dunno where Swacky is now, but I hope he is still enjoying his cups of tea.
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- when I saw a sign with a deer on it I always thought deer had to cross the street by it. like a cross walk— only me
- I thought my imaginary friend was real and he imagined me
I hope he still believes I existAnon - When I was little I though "A Cross" was a mud/tar pit and that Jesus drowned.— Usagi Ohkami
- If you cross your eyes, they will get stuck like that.Anon
- I used to believe Nuns are a third gender, a cross between men and women:)Anon
- if you cross your eyes and there's a gush of wind, you'll get stuck like that !!— Olivier