What really set me off on children and their imaginary friends not being so imaginary was a mother on my tour told me the story of living in an old house that was out at the edge of town. Her daughter started talking about a little girl in the house, came up with a really bizarre name, nothing she'd ever heard, must have been some European family name and described her in detail in what sounded like period clothing. After some time she and her husband convinced her she just wasn't real. Three years later her second daughter was born and when she got to be about three years old, you guessed it, same exact name and detailed description. I was sold
A couple told me their first son kept talking about Bobby. Bobby this, Bobby that. Their second son born a few years later went on about Bobby too. Sometimes Bobby would keep them up half the night. At this point they start looking for an explanation. They lived in a trailer they had moved onto the lot because the previous trailer was destroyed in a fire. What they found out was the owner had died in the fire and his name was Robert. I asked how long this had gone on for. They said until they moved, the oldest was about 12. Sometimes the answer is not in the building but in the land underneath it.
A couple told me their first son kept talking about Bobby. Bobby this, Bobby that. Their second son born a few years later went on about Bobby too. Sometimes Bobby would keep them up half the night. At this point they start looking for an explanation. They lived in a trailer they had moved onto the lot because the previous trailer was destroyed in a fire. What they found out was the owner had died in the fire and his name was Robert. I asked how long this had gone on for. They said until they moved, the oldest was about 12. Sometimes the answer is not in the building but in the land underneath it.