I didn’t have an imaginary friend growing up, though I wish I did, because while I had a few friends, I didn’t have a lot, and some fake ones would have at least filled up and passed the time. Do I ever think about the friends I had back in grammar school and wonder how they’re doing? Yeah. It’s been almost 20 years since I graduated, and a lot can happen in a life in two decades. Are any of them married? Do they have kids? What kinds of jobs are they doing now? Did any of them go to college? Unfortunately, I live out of state now, so I don’t have any opportunities to find them and ask them directly. I don’t like Shitbook, so I don’t use it, or else I probably could find a few of them, if they aren’t going by married names now. Considering we all grew up in middle-class homes, I’d think on a basic level, their lives are quite similar to mine. I don’t believe any of us ever had dreams of winning the lottery and moving to a penthouse suite on Lake Shore Drive, so it’s probably not likely that any of them have. A couple of the boys in my class I am 99% certain ended up in prison, but I think the rest came out alright. I hope.
I suppose that’s one of the things that sucks about moving away from your hometown. You lose touch with people you had been close to, and a chasm erupts between them and you. Even the friends I had in high school I don’t keep in touch with anymore. I have one really good friend, and we were roommates in college, and we chat on Twitter a lot.