My imaginary friend is the most vivid imagination scheme I have ever thought up. He is a great person who helps me all the time, during homework, dinner, hard times and easy times. He is always there to support me a the most needed times. Once thin air, until whoosh, he is there talking his mouth away (once he really did that!). But unfortunately, on a rainy day when it is said that imaginary friends disappear when called, I lost him. I called for him, but he never came. He never comforted me when I was lonely, he never helped me when I needed aid. It was so sad, because he never came back. My imagination had changed from childish to grown-up, and grown-up minds don't think up those sort of things. Until another day, I was sitting around doing nothing as usual (yes, the loss was one of the saddest things that had ever happened to me) when a big fellow strolled down the road and noticed me hanging around on my own. He thought, 'what a solitary man' and ran across the road towards me.
"How ya doin'?" asked the fellow. "Ya look like ya need a friend. How about me? We could share our secrets and walk together. It would be fun!" he carried on explaining how he would be a great friend, until I gave in and we went away together.

Now the moral of this story is:

IF YOU HAVE A FRIEND, AND YOU LOSE IT, YOU WILL ALWAYS FIND ANOTHER ONE.