The Little Man in the Closet
My first imaginary friend I remember is the man in the closet, who I first discovered when I was about 14. He lived in my closet in my bedroom in my parents’ house (which is now pink and overflowing with dolls). I have never seen him, or if I have seen him, I didn't know it was him. He did a lot of hijinks and things that were really funny back then, but I just can’t remember them now. He may have followed me to Chicago and become the count. Or he may still be in the same closet, hiding from Potty Scotty.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Imaginary friend
The Little Man in the Closet
My first imaginary friend I remember is the man in the closet, who I first discovered when I was about 14. He lived in my closet in my bedroom in my parents’ house (which is now pink and overflowing with dolls). I have never seen him, or if I have seen him, I didn't know it was him. He did a lot of hijinks and things that were really funny back then, but I just can’t remember them now. He may have followed me to Chicago and become the count. Or he may still be in the same closet, hiding from Potty Scotty.
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