Having an imaginary friend is quite common during childhood and a normal part of development, which is just as well because I had one.
Mine was a life-size, humanoid shaped rabbit called Lucy. I don't think I was too obsessive about Lucy - she didn't have a place at the table or anything but seemed to loom in the background and come with me on trips etc.
I must have talked about her quite a bit though I can't remember this. One day my mam, who must have noticed I hadn't mentioned her for a while, asked "Is Lucy not coming on the trip with us today?", "No, she's gone to Australia" I replied nonchalantly, and that was the end of Lucy.
I hope she's doing alright in OZ, what with the myxamatosis
Mine was a life-size, humanoid shaped rabbit called Lucy. I don't think I was too obsessive about Lucy - she didn't have a place at the table or anything but seemed to loom in the background and come with me on trips etc.
I must have talked about her quite a bit though I can't remember this. One day my mam, who must have noticed I hadn't mentioned her for a while, asked "Is Lucy not coming on the trip with us today?", "No, she's gone to Australia" I replied nonchalantly, and that was the end of Lucy.
I hope she's doing alright in OZ, what with the myxamatosis
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