Lights Out: For kids, it’s merely fun and games — as an adult it’s called OCD. Regardless, we know all of you still do these things.
So lovely to know I’m not alone in this! For me, instead of an imaginary friend, I had an imaginary black horse that would gallop along beside the car and leap over roads, fences and driveways. ^_^
Now, I don’t see the horse so much any more, but I still occasionally catch myself subconsciously clenching my jaw every time we pass a driveway or a road - as some kind of leftover memory of when the horse used to jump.