A women on my tour told me when her son was about 2.5-3 years old he developed this imaginary friend named Wicky. This Wicky went on for awhile so one day she asked him to describe his friend. It wasn't until he started to describe his imaginary friend did it hit her. 3 months before her son was born her brother had passed away, his name was Ricky. Her son describe his friend exactly how they had buried her brother. He had been a cubs fan and they had buried him in his Cubs baseball cap and jersey.