I had an imaginary friend when I was growing up.  His name was Alexander McFinney McSmith.  He went most places with me.  He didn’t eat much.  And….. he hardly ever let me get a word in edgewise. But we were great pals.

I liked Alexander McFinney McSmith. I’m not sure why he left.

The last time I saw him was at King’s Island.  You had to be taller than the “Scooby Doo Sign” to ride on the Spinning Tea Cups. I was.  Alexander McFinney McSmith wasn’t.

When I got off the ride…. he was gone.  I never saw him again.

“To bring anything into your life, imagine that it’s already there.” – Richard Bach

“We are what we imagine ourselves to be.” – Kurt Vonnegut

“To imagine is everything.  To know is nothing at all.” – Anatole France