Imaginary Friends Reunited
Mr Owly
Imagined by Al at 3-5 years old
An owl, obviously. Very keen on agreeing with me that it was OK to do the thing I wanted to do. Because he was smart, if he said it was OK, then it was OK. He was good friends with Mr Tiger who appeared a lot less but would come round to chase off anyone awful. Years later my niece started calling me “Owl” as she struggled to say “Al”. Which is probably where the name came from.
Chicken in my pocket
Tomy
Pengy
Acorn