Well, I can hardly remember, but I used to have two of what most would've considered "Imaginary friends" when I was just a toddler. Their names were Alley and Billy, and yes, here name is supposed to be spelled as "Alley". They were both older than me, but I believe Billy was a bit older, more mature too. Alley was always getting into trouble, and me and Billy would have to save her. I faintly remember me and Billy saving her from falling off the top of a moutain. I can hardly rememer what they looked like, and ow only have a faint faint vision of them in my head, but all this remembering is making me think that Billy might've had glasses.
When I was around nine or ten, I had a little plushie I would always talk to and play with. I always knew he couldn't really move and speak to me, but I would always think to myself that maybe he could, ac a matter of a fact, I knew he could. I would always try to get him to talk by saying things like "It's okay, you can talk, I won't tell any one" and "I know you can talk, you may as well just give up", but there was always a sence of doubt inside me and he, of course, never really would talk.
And as I grew older I would still talk to random ojects, and always wonder random things about objects, and the universe, and animals, and how things REALLY worked.
And nowadays, I only talk to myself on occasions, and that's it.
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