That machine and my Snoopy doll were my imaginary friends. Snoopy was everything to me. I loved him so much that his nose broke off and I sewed it back on. I had outfits for him, clothes for each day. He came with me everywhere. He was my best friend. I took him to school because I was scared to be there, and they made me keep him in my locker, which I hated. But it made it easier for me to be there, knowing he was there, too. —
