My Best Friend
When I was about seven years old, my family and I had moved from East Point, Ga to Forest Park, Ga. I left behind a best friend named Johnny. A few months after we moved, I was at an Easter egg hunt near where we lived. I remember sitting on the floor with all of the other kids when suddenly someone sat down beside me. It was Johnny! I asked him what he was doing there and we talked like we’d never been apart. We went outside together and were right next to one another. About five minutes into the egg hunt, he disappeared completely. I went everywhere calling his name and looking for him. He was nowhere. He was right beside me one minute and gone the next. I never heard anyone call his name to leave. He wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye, either. Did I imagine the whole thing or was it something else? For the record, I’ve never had a particularly overactive imagination, imaginary friends, etc.