I'm one of 'em, so maybe I'm not real...

I had an imaginary friend, and luckily no one ever tried to talk me out of him. My mom referred to him as "imaginary" and so did I. I knew what it meant, but he was respected even if he was created out of my imagination. My mom asked me how he was some time later, and I didn't remember him at all. My mother remembered my invisible friend's name when I couldn't. I still can't.