Some things are lost over and over and over and over and over and they are always found again and again and again but then there are also other things. Do you remember your imaginary friend? Yeah, I do. They were a family actually. A mother, a father, a child I think and a dog. They had a dog. I remember explicitly giving them a dog. I don't remember the dogs.
I don't remember any of their names actually but I do know that whenever I was in the car when we were driving around that I would imagine them driving or being in the car alongside us. Either just their son which I was friends with or all of them or their dog too for some reason. When did I stop having imaginary friends?
I do not remember but I do remember the moment I realised that I had forgotten their names when I was watching the Pixar movie Inside Out and you leaned over and asked me what was your imaginary friend's name and I just couldn't recall anything. How did it feel? It felt, I don't know but on the off chance that that imaginary friend exists in some parallel universe with their family and their pet dog. I wonder, are you out there?
