When I was about 4 years old I started to play with an imaginary friend. My parents sat me down one day and explained to me that “this friend wasn’t real. He was a figment of my own imagination.” There was talk and questions between adults in the family concerning the roots of this “problem.” Indeed, everyone thought there was something wrong with me having an imaginary friend. I even remember talking to my “invisible” friend about the troublesome conversations people were having about us. I didn’t understand why the next door neighbour was more appropriate to play with than this friend who was there with me most of the time. “Are you anxious or afraid?” people would ask and each time I’d answer, “no!” After a while, people started questioning me on my imaginary friend. “Is he a boy or a girl?” my dad asked. “A boy,” I answered. For weeks my mom tried to get me to play with my brother more and to understand that if I needed a boy in my life there w...
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