In the real world, I only had one true friend, Susan, but at home I had hundreds of friends that would never betray me. They lived between the covers of the books that lined my closet's top shelf. I kept them hidden, like my own secret kingdom, always willing to take me on adventure whenever I had need. They were extraordinarily patient with me when I couldn't see them for a while, and they never tired of telling the same story over and over again.
So what happens when you're a kid like this?