Don't go.
The meadow fades before me, as i get lost in my own mind. The images come quicly, and I'm in the past once again.
I'm around 7 now. A lanky little boy standing in the playground. My friend Rick is talking about his "best friend" while making a sand castle. It hurts a little, so I'm playing uninterested. I thought I am his bestie. I lay my back on the leg of the swings and fold my arms. Yeah..he must be sooo cool... than it hits me...it's not even a real person. Tall, pale, wears a business suit..ok, but having no face...I start to mock him.
-Rick you are a baby, only babies have imaginary friends.
-Shut up Alex, He is real.
-Ye