I had an imaginary friend when I was four years old. I don't remember much about him except that his name was Jo-jo. I think he looked like Rondald McDonald, and he got me in a lot of trouble, like the time he fed my little brother muddy "chocolate milk" in a bottle meant for a doll. :D
Did you have an imaginary friend?
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I have a lot of fun playing with the mouse on your blog.
ReplyDeleteSo I guess you were not afraid of clowns then. :)
LOL! Mischievous imaginary friend!
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Oh dear. He was a rascal. :) Have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteOh how bad! I once fed the neighbor girl a mud pie...but it was all me...no imaginary friend to blame it on!
ReplyDeleteFunny, I adored Ronald MacDonald too, and yet now I think he looks a bit creepy.
ReplyDeleteI didn't have an imaginary friend. I was my older sister's shadow. Didn't need one.
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