One of the unexpected “benefits”—or perhaps “penalties”—of taking a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself is discovering memories I thought I had long forgotten. Sometimes those memories reach all the way back to childhood. Today, I found myself remembering a time when I was very young, perhaps seven or eight years old. But this wasn't simply a recollection of events. As the memories surfaced, I found myself reliving the emotions I had experienced as that little boy. I remember being terribly lonely. I spent much of my playtime, both at home and at school, by myself. School was especially difficult. I was often bullied by my classmates, and I hated going there! Somewhere along the way, I found a way to cope with that loneliness. I created two invisible friends. They were both girls my own age. They were actually my cousins, although I didn't think of them as cousins in my imagination. They were simply my best friends. And they accompanied me everywhere! I can ...