Mon, 28 March 2016
We all had imaginary friends when we were growing up. I personally don't remember mine, but have been told REPEATEDLY by my parents that such a friend existed. He was named Woody. And I do not remember him at all.
And that's the real tragedy isn't it?
Imaginary friends get a bit of a raw deal. They give us so much happiness, but eventually, we move on.
Ah man, now all I can think about is Bing Bong. Poor Bing Bong...
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