My parents always make fun of me about having an imaginary friend when I was little. But I dont remember a thing about it! But their stories about it are so detailed and sometimes funny and other times creepy. Even my grandma thought that at that time in age, I was talking with a spirit, she would tell me or like a spiritual gaurdian. I dont really remember anything of the experience though. I guess my mind grew up, or not necesserily grew up but got lost in this world's chaos. Not a very happy childhood if you asked me.

One strange thing I remember about being young was, when I would want something or get mad, I would kinda feel a push from the back or a push on the head or a pinch in the sholder, kinda of what a friend might do to you to let you know to shut up. weird. I wonder if he or she or it is still with me. Because I never feel alone.