When my oldest was little she had an imaginary friend named Shala. Not sure where the name came from, but okay. She would play outside in her sandbox and carry on long conversations with Shala and would tell me of their adventures around the farm.
Suddenly she didn't need Shala anymore, I guess, and moved on. I have never been told what happened to her.
Some of us grow out of the need for imaginary friends....some hold onto them and defend them perhaps because they can't imagine a life without them.
Suddenly she didn't need Shala anymore, I guess, and moved on. I have never been told what happened to her.
Some of us grow out of the need for imaginary friends....some hold onto them and defend them perhaps because they can't imagine a life without them.
I'm your huckleberry.
