Little Doo Dootz

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For about a year, from ages three to four, my secret imaginary friend was Little Doo Dootz. He was not exactly a mouse but about that size, and he lived in a crack in a wall near my bed. Particularly when I had to take naps, which I never liked

I would call upon Little Doo Dootz to come out of the wall and play. We had conversations, games, laughs at the expense of the adults. Of course, the adults laughed at me at Doo Dootz, too. It was oh, so funny that Kathleen would talk to a crack in the wall

I hadn't thought about Little Doo Dootz for many years until the subject of imaginary friends came up over dinner one night a couple of years ago. I'm 47 now. I'm now 47

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Little Doo Dootz
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Little Doo Dootz