When I was in Grade One, my best friends lived in the sky. I would see them at recess and at lunch when I went outside to the school playground.
If you look up at the sky and then focus intently, you will notice that there are countless little circles bouncing around. I thought these swirling dots were sentient beings that could hear me when I spoke to them.
In Grade Two, my best friend was named Roberto. He lived in a house down the street from me and once gave me a bloody nose with a quick left jab. I didn’t tell him about the circles and I think it’s been 37 years since I’ve even thought about them. I can still see them (I checked the sky today), but I don’t talk to them—or Roberto—anymore.