In my parents’ kitchen, there is a framed picture I drew when I was 5. It’s a drawing of my dad, my mom, me… and my invisible friend, Katie. I’m still unsure if naming her Katie (a derivative of Catharine) was simply a narcissistic move on my part, or if it was just a total lack of originality.
Anyway, here’s more about being an only child. You can check it out on the McSweeney’s site here.