My sis reminded me of another one. I only have vague recollection after a certain point but i do remember playing with the boy.
We had gone to see some people. I was 4. They were all stood about it, adults and teenagers. I was standing on my own and saw a boy peering round the garage. He waved. I waved back and he beckoned me over.
No one was taking an interest, so off i trotted and met up with him. I still remember us playing, laughing and talking.
Then he wanted to show me his favourite place.
It was well out of sight and i had been brought up well enough not to wander.....but i followed him . To a very well covered pond.
He jumped in, clothes and all and I was shocked. He encouraged me to join him but i had new dress on and didn't like water.
I refused but sat by pond talking to him, telling him he was in big trouble for getting his clothes wet.
Sis said they found me there, carted me off and i was yelling and screaming about my friend in the pond.
Yup, he wasn't real. Had died in pond 2 years before.
Apparently i described him very well and our families never met again.
Thst still bugs me.