Yup. As a kid in boy scouts, the other kids were ok, but the parents? judgemental as hell. So, I created my imaginary father. I’d talk to him, he’s talk back. He understood me. I vowed to become him. At 17 wrote a letter to my future self as I cried over lost childhood (I never lost it – I was wrong) – set to 42 ’cause – Douglas Adams. Last years I opened the letter. I became my own father.