Well, I had 2 imaginary friends named Jessica and Michael. They were kind of boring, but I also had imaginary teachers because we didn't have enough money for me to go to preschool, and I really wanted to go. My imaginary teachers were Mrs. Macaroni, Mr. Fudge, and Mrs. Pickle. One day, I saw on the news that a teacher was fired for doing drugs. I didn't really understand what that meant at the age of 3, so I said that the same thing happened to Mrs. Pickle and that she cried so hard that we needed a boat to get into the classroom. The imaginary people went away when I started kindergarten and realized that school was awful. haha