Like many overwhelmingly shy kids with a lazy eye and an overactive imagination, I had a pretend friend growing up. Her name was Fifi.
She was everything I wasn’t at age 6: brave, talkative, wildly confident. But sometime around fourth grade she “moved to California” and faded into a memory that my family and I still laugh about because well, I’ve grown up, had eye surgery and although still socially awkward, I manage to maintain real friendships.
