One person who still cares about me

When the world has me down and wondering where all my friends have gone, I can always look back to one friend who has been there no matter what. A friend who shows up at just the right time and stayed only as long as he was needed. I'm talking about my childhood imaginary friend Farty.

My older sister had a imaginary friend named Emilyemmus. Her and Emilyemmus always had great stories of adventures and fun times. I too wanted to share in the pleasure of imaginary friendom but lacked the imagination to create a real imaginary friend. Emilyemmus was just a projection of my older sister into imaginary form. My friend had to be better, and since he was only a means to and end, I decided that he would just be Farty. Today scholars still debate whether Farty was actually made out of farts or not. I'd like to think he was.

Farty had a knack for showing up just when I needed him. If I didn't want to sit next to someone at the movie theater those would always be the shows that Farty decided to tag along to. Sometimes Farty would join for dinner just in time for Grandma Sunshine to sit on him. This was a considerable offense as Farty didn't like being sat on. Usually an instance of Farty would only last minutes or until blame could be shifted onto Farty's crazy antics.

Farty was mostly a joke much like the acting career of The Rock. He lived on well past the normal age of most imaginary friends, which can be mainly attributed to the fact that he was so much fun to be around. While he hasn't appeared in a long time, I think Farty has lived on in the hearts of those who loved him, and those whom he loved.