Apparently mom says I had plenty of imaginary friends, and took to talking about myself to alot of my toys. I distinctly remember being sure that there was a girl trapped in our sofa, so I sometimes reached my arms deep inside the sofa to reach out to her. Occasionally I could feel her presence and I was sure she was reaching out to me too. Over the years, her presence kind of diminished.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Between ages 4-8 I talked to rocks alot, arranging them in special patterns, hiding them in my pocket and storing them in secret places so they'd be comfortable, things like that.