Here are three:
1.) When the Easter Bunny visited our house, he hid our baskets, each labeled with a name. The hours before church were spent hunting for them. Siblings would taunt the others if they found someone else’s first. What later struck me as odd is that EB didn’t hide baskets at anyone else’s home. In fact, some experienced egg hunts. Hmm…
2.) Our family traveled to our grandparents’ house every year for Christmas. One morning, I came down to find no presents for me. There was a note from Santa apologizing for forgetting that I would be there instead of at home and that I would find my presents there upon return. It was a miserable morning watching everyone else open their gifts. When we finally got back home, I was told to help unload the car first before heading down to the basement where the fireplace was. And there they were…
3.) Whenever I took a bath, my friend Whistle would come to visit. There were long conversations between us, and we understood each other perfectly despite the fact that he could only whistle. My parents probably brushed it off as an imaginary playmate, but he was real. (I learned later that it was my older brother who would slip into the bathroom and hide from view in the toilet alcove.)