Strange Little Kid

When I was little I had an imaginary friend. He looked kind of like the Michelin Man, except he was a bit more square shaped. He was also pink. And he was made of bubble gum.

I also thought that little men lived in my pillow. When I would lay down at night I could hear this very methodical “crunch, crunch, crunch” (almost like a pulse). I thought there were little men in there, sort of like the seven dwarfs, (dwarves?) marching Hi Ho Hi Ho to work in the mines.

I also thought that inside the walls of your house were seashells.

One day when I was around 6 or 7 I clearly remember floating in the swimming pool, watching the large trees overhead shiver in the breeze and I realized that’s what made the wind. Trees moving caused the wind to blow.

I was a strange little child.

This is me and my sister on her first birthday.