I've always had a thing for ghosts. Don't really know how that started...
So my imaginary friend was a ghost. A ghost named Fred.
I named everything Fred when I was little.
I was not one of those children who pretended that he was with me all the time, on the other end of the empty teeter totter or jostling the empty swing. He was simply an invisible presence to listen to my audible ramblings within the confines of my room. Someone who would undoubtedly listen to my childish fantasies without the off-handed remarks or the distracted hand waves characteristic of adulthood.
He was just someone to bounce ideas off of who I knew would always listen.
I apologize if this is confusing...I was a peculiar child...
I didn't have an imaginary friend. I had an imaginary world. But I didn't refer to it as imaginary because it wasn't imaginary. It was very real! So I referred to it as invisible, because not everyone could see it. It was a world very similar to our own, but also completely different. Every person in the mortal world had a parallel of themselves in my invisible world. But the people in my world were not exactly the same people as their parallel in the mortal world. They acted differently, they looked differently, and they had different names. Almost like having a twin. I talked to everyone in my invisible world, and I told everyone in the real world about their invisible parallel. They didn't seem as awestruck as I expected... I had an invisible family, very similar to my own. I had invisible friends and teachers. There was a girl in my class who I thoroughly creeped out by informing her that my invisible friend Stephon had a crush on her. She still asks me about it.
I was really into the Pokemon series, so my imagination was centered on that. In that case I had many friends, for I saw them everywhere. They were all the Pokemon I liked and or wanted. Many fire types to make me feel warm during the winters, such as Quilava and Arcanine. Water types were my partners that kept me company in races and practice, like Golduck and Croconaw. Then Salamance, a dragon type, gave me courage when I felt threatened. Then Absol and Sneasel, dark types, when I got scared of the dark they were there to keep me company.
She was bruised and bloody. She was 10 and I was 8. I asked her constantly why no one could see her, but she just smiled and asked, "Why don't we play with your dolls?"
Nellie wore the same clothes everyday. A baby blue and white striped dress that reached the top of her knees with white stocking and navy blue Mary Jane's. Her outfit was filthy. Mud and her red liquid streaked the dress the same way her body showed her painful art.
She didn't like to go outside. She told me she was trapped. So we played inside and shared our memories inside our ancient, decorative home. As a I grew older Nellie started to disappear. I soon forgot about her, and moved on with my life.
I moved back into my old house after my mother had died and my husband divorced me for another woman. My daughter was 6, and she had become depressed with missing her father and friends. I found it odd that my sad baby girl came running down the stairs with a big smile on her face. She told me about her new friend Nellie, and all the wonderful things they did that day. I pretended that I didn't know Nellie. I waited till Gabby was 12 years old before I began to question her about Nellie. I even got her to draw a picture for me. Just so happens that Gabby's new friend had the same black, blue, and red stains on her body as my childhood friend. It's amazing how one little girl who died can change two little girls lives who were alive.
"Oh my gosh, Katie. Let me tell ya, first grade sucks. I wish you could have been there." Bella huffed and panted out her words. She carelessly tossed her backpack aside and slumped onto her unmade bed. "School is so boring. I had chicken nuggets for lunch though. What did you have? ... I know! Let's go get ice cream! Mommy just bought our favorite, peanut butter swirl." Bella devoured one bowl while the other slowly melted. "Oh yeah.. I forgot. You're allergic to peanut butter. Why didn't you just say so?" She snorted as she downed the untouched bowl. "I know! Let's go play catch. We need to practice for the big game tomorrow. We need to work on your catching. Coach yells at me when you mess up, so you better work harder, miss Katie!" "Come on, Katie! Don't just stare at it!" The ball flew threw the air and landed on the cold ground with a thud. Bella skipped to retrieve the untouched ball. "No, it's okay. I'll get it. You don't need to throw, you just need to catch, you silly goose! Here, I'll throw it slower this time!" The ball sailed through the air until gravity took over and brought the ball to a halt in the ground. Untouched. "It's okay Katie, you'll get it soon enough."
Physiological Social Mind Body Heart Shadows that follow Memories that fade Swinging at the park Running at the courts Follows me everywhere Handshakes Long talks Best friend Invisible Imaginary A true friend
I never had an imaginary friend so here goes nothing.
The figure stands at about six feet tall which may not seem like much but at my height it is a pretty substantial height. He is thin, but not sickly. I enjoy his company because we have a lot in common. He has short brown hair. It was not a buzz cut but close to it. He has long and lanky arms. He is dressed in normal clothing such as a t shirt and a pair of jeans.
My imaginary friends were celebrity's who lived in my imaginary world where I was the most famous, influential person around. I was a superstar and they all wanted to be me, or be with me. I would preform for my friends, or pretend like I was being interviewed on the Ellen Show. I would put on all kinds of dresses and pretend like I was at the oscars, accepting my awards and thanking all of my celebrity friends. I never wanted to leave my room and face the reality that I was just a little girl and nobody knew my name.
The room fell dark as my mother flicked the light switch. "Love you girls, and go to sleep." She emphasized the last words as she left the room. I smiled to myself and listened as her footsteps receded down the hallway. After a moment of silence I clambered out of my bed, crept across the floor, and knelt beside my sisters bed. "Well?" Her brown eyes opened. She examined my for a moment, thinking. "Alright," she whispered. I crawled under her covers. When we laid in that bed at night the room was transformed. Our house became Hogwarts or the Millennium Falcon, Narnia or Middle Earth. The characters of the books and movies we loved came to life, became our friends. We stayed up for hours living in our imaginations until one of us fell asleep or our mother caught us. Those characters served as our imaginary friends and they were all we needed when we were young. But as we got older the difference of two between my sister and I became more noticeable. Suddenly she didn't need our adventures, and being alone with them wasn't enough for me. Sometimes she would still imagine at night just to humor me, but by the time we moved to St. Marys the magic was lost. I followed my sister as she became interested in sports and music and my friends were left behind.
I had an imaginary friend named lizzy, short for Elizabeth. I used to pretend we did everything together. I used to pretend that she was my little sister because I always wanted to have a younger sister. I used to always talk to her like she was actually human. She was my best friend back then!
I've always had a thing for ghosts. Don't really know how that started...
ReplyDeleteSo my imaginary friend was a ghost. A ghost named Fred.
I named everything Fred when I was little.
I was not one of those children who pretended that he was with me all the time, on the other end of the empty teeter totter or jostling the empty swing. He was simply an invisible presence to listen to my audible ramblings within the confines of my room. Someone who would undoubtedly listen to my childish fantasies without the off-handed remarks or the distracted hand waves characteristic of adulthood.
He was just someone to bounce ideas off of who I knew would always listen.
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Stories
I apologize if this is confusing...I was a peculiar child...
ReplyDeleteI didn't have an imaginary friend. I had an imaginary world. But I didn't refer to it as imaginary because it wasn't imaginary. It was very real! So I referred to it as invisible, because not everyone could see it. It was a world very similar to our own, but also completely different. Every person in the mortal world had a parallel of themselves in my invisible world. But the people in my world were not exactly the same people as their parallel in the mortal world. They acted differently, they looked differently, and they had different names. Almost like having a twin. I talked to everyone in my invisible world, and I told everyone in the real world about their invisible parallel. They didn't seem as awestruck as I expected... I had an invisible family, very similar to my own. I had invisible friends and teachers. There was a girl in my class who I thoroughly creeped out by informing her that my invisible friend Stephon had a crush on her. She still asks me about it.
I was really into the Pokemon series, so my imagination was centered on that. In that case I had many friends, for I saw them everywhere. They were all the Pokemon I liked and or wanted. Many fire types to make me feel warm during the winters, such as Quilava and Arcanine. Water types were my partners that kept me company in races and practice, like Golduck and Croconaw. Then Salamance, a dragon type, gave me courage when I felt threatened. Then Absol and Sneasel, dark types, when I got scared of the dark they were there to keep me company.
ReplyDeleteShe was bruised and bloody. She was 10 and I was 8. I asked her constantly why no one could see her, but she just smiled and asked, "Why don't we play with your dolls?"
ReplyDeleteNellie wore the same clothes everyday. A baby blue and white striped dress that reached the top of her knees with white stocking and navy blue Mary Jane's. Her outfit was filthy. Mud and her red liquid streaked the dress the same way her body showed her painful art.
She didn't like to go outside. She told me she was trapped. So we played inside and shared our memories inside our ancient, decorative home. As a I grew older Nellie started to disappear. I soon forgot about her, and moved on with my life.
I moved back into my old house after my mother had died and my husband divorced me for another woman. My daughter was 6, and she had become depressed with missing her father and friends. I found it odd that my sad baby girl came running down the stairs with a big smile on her face. She told me about her new friend Nellie, and all the wonderful things they did that day. I pretended that I didn't know Nellie. I waited till Gabby was 12 years old before I began to question her about Nellie. I even got her to draw a picture for me. Just so happens that Gabby's new friend had the same black, blue, and red stains on her body as my childhood friend. It's amazing how one little girl who died can change two little girls lives who were alive.
My imaginary friend was very elusive.
ReplyDeleteThe only distinct memory I have of him is when I politely asked him not to watch me while I went to the bathroom.
I'm not sure why that is the only part of him I prominently remember. Haha! I don't even remember his name.
I also know that I casted him in my made-up television show called "Rachel's World". Poor thing. He was sucked into my nerdy pastimes.
All I have to say is my imaginary friend was a trooper. He somehow endured the bizarre imagination of Lady Gla Gla.
"Oh my gosh, Katie. Let me tell ya, first grade sucks. I wish you could have been there." Bella huffed and panted out her words. She carelessly tossed her backpack aside and slumped onto her unmade bed.
ReplyDelete"School is so boring. I had chicken nuggets for lunch though. What did you have? ... I know! Let's go get ice cream! Mommy just bought our favorite, peanut butter swirl." Bella devoured one bowl while the other slowly melted.
"Oh yeah.. I forgot. You're allergic to peanut butter. Why didn't you just say so?" She snorted as she downed the untouched bowl.
"I know! Let's go play catch. We need to practice for the big game tomorrow. We need to work on your catching. Coach yells at me when you mess up, so you better work harder, miss Katie!"
"Come on, Katie! Don't just stare at it!" The ball flew threw the air and landed on the cold ground with a thud.
Bella skipped to retrieve the untouched ball. "No, it's okay. I'll get it. You don't need to throw, you just need to catch, you silly goose! Here, I'll throw it slower this time!"
The ball sailed through the air until gravity took over and brought the ball to a halt in the ground. Untouched.
"It's okay Katie, you'll get it soon enough."
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Mind
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Swinging at the park
Running at the courts
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A true friend
I never had an imaginary friend so here goes nothing.
ReplyDeleteThe figure stands at about six feet tall which may not seem like much but at my height it is a pretty substantial height. He is thin, but not sickly. I enjoy his company because we have a lot in common. He has short brown hair. It was not a buzz cut but close to it. He has long and lanky arms. He is dressed in normal clothing such as a t shirt and a pair of jeans.
My imaginary friends were celebrity's who lived in my imaginary world where I was the most famous, influential person around. I was a superstar and they all wanted to be me, or be with me. I would preform for my friends, or pretend like I was being interviewed on the Ellen Show. I would put on all kinds of dresses and pretend like I was at the oscars, accepting my awards and thanking all of my celebrity friends. I never wanted to leave my room and face the reality that I was just a little girl and nobody knew my name.
ReplyDeleteThe room fell dark as my mother flicked the light switch. "Love you girls, and go to sleep." She emphasized the last words as she left the room. I smiled to myself and listened as her footsteps receded down the hallway. After a moment of silence I clambered out of my bed, crept across the floor, and knelt beside my sisters bed.
ReplyDelete"Well?" Her brown eyes opened. She examined my for a moment, thinking.
"Alright," she whispered. I crawled under her covers.
When we laid in that bed at night the room was transformed. Our house became Hogwarts or the Millennium Falcon, Narnia or Middle Earth. The characters of the books and movies we loved came to life, became our friends. We stayed up for hours living in our imaginations until one of us fell asleep or our mother caught us. Those characters served as our imaginary friends and they were all we needed when we were young. But as we got older the difference of two between my sister and I became more noticeable. Suddenly she didn't need our adventures, and being alone with them wasn't enough for me. Sometimes she would still imagine at night just to humor me, but by the time we moved to St. Marys the magic was lost. I followed my sister as she became interested in sports and music and my friends were left behind.
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ReplyDeleteI had an imaginary friend named lizzy, short for Elizabeth. I used to pretend we did everything together. I used to pretend that she was my little sister because I always wanted to have a younger sister. I used to always talk to her like she was actually human. She was my best friend back then!
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