Imaginary Friends

Patrick McGuire | November 2, 2015

When I was 6 or 7 years old, I was usually sent to bed before I preferred and, more times than not, before I was sleepy. To encourage sleep, my parents didn’t allow me to take any toys to bed, and I wasn’t much of a stuffed-animal lover.

But I wrangled out of these limitations because I had an old Dutch Masters cigar box, complete, on the inside cover, with Rembrandt’s group portrait of De Staalmeesters and their funny-looking Dutch cavalier hats. In this slightly frayed cardboard coffer, I hid my collection of the stray cufflinks and tie clasps that my older brothers had passed on. I also had a stained clip-on bowtie that I had filched from a bedroom waste basket.

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 by Daily Domer Staff

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