When I was younger, I had an Imaginary friend, his name was Michael. I knew he wasn't just imaginary, but I couldn't prove it until, one day when I was reading psychic stories on psychic experiences.com.
It was the story "bird boy spirit" A Girl named Beth, a psychic, told some about her spirit guide, Michael. I commented on the story and asked her about Michael, and if he was the one I used to see, she answered, and she said that he watched over me. That second I finally had proof, that Michael was real. I knew that I had many health problems when I was young, I had allergies and I lost a lot of weight... Maybe he saved me from dying?
I could never help thinking about the supernatural. Some people think that at a young age people are more open to seeing spirits, they haven't had time to train their minds not to see such things, and part of it is parents too, how many times have parents tucked their children into bed saying, "There are no such thing as ghosts, you just had a bad dream..."?
They shouldn't be teaching their children to be reluctant to these spirits, they should be teaching them to accept them. If my parents had done that with me, I would still see Michael. I thought he left me and went away. But now understand he didn't leave me, I left him.
Once when I was 3 years old my mother walked into my room and I was singing "Happy Birthday" She asked why, and I just said, "It's Michael's birthday!" Sometimes on that day once a year at midnight I can hear it. Its truth and lies, what's real and what's not, I know He's real