In middle school, I pretended to have an imaginary friend named Sammy. Thinking back on it, the appearance of Sammy cooincided heavily with my best friend moving away, so I'm tempted to say that I wasn't pretending as much as I thought I was.
Magicfly wrote:
My imaginary friend was the unused fireplace in my bedroom. I used to 'feed' it by stealing the used teabags from the kitchen, tearing them open and sprinkling the tealeaves around the hearth

I loled ;D
krex wrote:
No...but I did believe that my stuffed animals were sentient beings and I would talk to them...they never answered.
I always wished (literally) my stuffed animals were alive, even though I knew they weren't...I'd imagine that they'd only come to life while I slept, so I'd pick one to set up next to me while I slept, and appointed him to kill the nightmares for me.
Boy, would they get a talking to when they slacked off