My imaginary friend was named Sarah. I used to talk to her constantly and always made my mom set a place for her at the table, and I'd share my meals with her... she'd never eat of course, and I'd end up eating most of her portion as well. But I always KNEW she was imaginary. Sarah did not really exist. I didn't need a therapist to figure it out. I made her up one day because I liked the name, I heard it in a song that I liked. She was my special game that I could play at any time, so I could pretend that I wasn't actually alone when I really was. I didn't have siblings to play with, and very few neighborhood kids, so I pretended I had a "sister." It was my favorite make-believe game for a few years.
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