(I found it, lizzy_copycatFor a period of few months when I was three years old, I had an imaginary friend named Sarah. Sarah was with me everywhere. When I got my nightly bath, my mom had to bathe Sarah, too. When I was buckled into the car, Sarah was buckled in as well. When my mom kissed me goodnight, Sarah also had to be kissed goodnight. When we ate ( Read more... )