I split when I was abut 8 years old. I had about 12 different alters. I would go out on our large porch and I called it the roundhouse with me and all the others. One time my mom and I went on the bus and I took my favorite alter "Maggie"' My mom and I got off the bus but she left Maggie on there. I cried and yelled "you left Maggie on the bus". People stooped and kept asking me why I was crying," She said I was talking about my imagine person. Never did get Maggie back. Done a lot of time with my therapist and most of them are gone. I still have about 5 now so I do think I am doing better. There are a couple I want to keep. Does that sound crazy.