Bit late to the party but anyway, my mom used to tell me the story about my imaginary friend Well to start off, my mom used to come check on me in the Tap snap nap Judo shirt and things would have been placed into my cot that baby me would have had no way of reaching to put them in myself. Then as I got to maybe 5 years old i complained of someone knocking on my bedroom door each night. Then came the story of my imaginary friend, a little girl that I would play with. My mom asked me describe her and I said she wore a long dress, had blonde ringlet hair and her eyes were rolled back In her head. Cue freaked out mom! She tried not to bring it up too much as she didn’t want to encourage this “friend” to stick around. But a few months later we were sat in the front room when i started to cry. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that my friend was sat on her lap and that wasn’t fair as I wanted to sit on her lap instead. She never forgave me for the mini heart attack that gave her ha. Eventually years go by and I have no recollection of said friend but my mom would tell the story every so often.