I remember bits and pieces of myself as a young child.  I know that I was electrocuted during an electrical storm and my mother saved my life.  I remember my parents talking and laughing about my huge imagination.  I thought it was a complement and laughed along.  What I didn't realize was that they did not see the same things I did.  I talked about all my friends and never noticed the strange looks I got.  You see, I was adopted by a couple who had one grown child and one teenager.  There was no one to play with so they thought I had imaginary friends.  It took me a while to realize that they did not see my friends and that my friends were, in fact, ghost.