My Imaginary Friend…

Imaginary Friend


My imaginary friend was Fred the Farmer… I know it sounds crazy, but Fred would only be available on long road trips… He would wear a plaid, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jean overalls.  He would always be right beside our vehicle or lag behind a bit whenever we would drive on the highway. He always had a way of making me laugh whether it was jumping from road sign to road sign, or when he would trip when he ran. Fred would also talk to me and ask me why my grandparents were driving slow.  He was always a great “imaginary friend” who would help pass the time by… No, we don’t talk anymore. haha…



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