My Imaginary Friend
My Imaginary Friend
by Pat Donworth | July 23, 2012
I’m not sure exactly when it was I met him. He just seemed to be always there.
I was young. Really young. Maybe 3 years old? He was probably there even before then. He was by my side, like a buddy or friend or a living stuffed animal. Like that soul-mate stuffed animal that I took with me everywhere. Always at my side, sometimes quiet and watching, usually engaging in conversation or speculation with me. We’d make up adventures, go to far-away places, ride horses and dolphins, and visit stars. That we were just imagining these made no difference and we would be laughing and having the best time! Never mind that he was invisible, at least to others. I saw him clearly.
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