Who the heck do I think I am?

Ha, I liked this story; reminds me of my son Daniel when he was between three and four years old. He had an imaginary friend he called Johnny Glenn (not John or Johnny but always Johnnyglenn like it was all one word), and oh the adventures those two had. Even today at age 24 Daniel says he's sometimes uncertain that JG really WAS imaginary; he seemed so very real to my son and Daniel said he almost thought sometimes that JG was maybe a little ghost or spirit child because Johnnyglenn thought his own thoughts and had ideas that Daniel never imagined FOR him or made up for him to think or say and just took on this whole personality that made him seem like a real boy. After his sister was born when he was almost four, my son's adventures with JG slowly tapered off till he stopped even talking about him and one day told me he just couldn't 'remember' JG very much anymore; our daughter was born with a genetic defect and numerous medical/neurological problems, and Daniel several years later told me that before Marissa even came, JG had told him one day that the 'new one coming' would take a lot of attention and it would be hard and Daniel wouldn't like it and he, Johnny Glenn, wouldn't be able to stay for much longer, either. So I don't know for sure what that says about my son's mind and imagination, and now that he's 24 we have a diagnosis for him going back to age 19 or so of mild schizophrenia; so I don't know if that had any impact on his thought processes when he was still so young, but he definitely did seem to treat the invisible Johnny Glenn like a real person and Daniel admits today that JG made a big impact on his life and enriched it and made him feel less lonely as a child because he was very precocious and at age 4 was already reading 2nd grade level and talking about rockets and space and science and he'd build elaborate Lego things and need more Legos to finish it and would get in trouble at preschool for 'stealing' the other kids' Legos and never could understand why he was in trouble for not sharing.He would just tell the teacher and me both, But I needed the rest to finish my machine, as if that settled the matter, sigh. So yeah, he sort of always lived more inside his own head and JG was very special to him for well over a year.