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When I was 3-4, I believed that my manners (which my mother was always telling me to "watch") were a community of tiny people who lived in my tummy. There was a whole little town in there, with a mayor named Mary Manner and lots of other citizens, whose first names all started with M. For some reason it was important that they be kept secret, though. One Thanksgiving my mom made a really big deal about how important it was that I watch my manners. She found me in the bathroom, putting a bandaid over my navel to keep the Manners from escaping. Of course she laughed herself silly, but she didn't try to convince me that they weren't real. Even so, I lost my belief soon afterward.
I was just reminicing about my imaginary friend that I had from about age 4 to age 5. His name was Cockle The Funger and he was a hobo. I remeber he would appear and we would laugh together and share lunch that he would unwrap from his polka-dot hankerchief that he carried on the end of a long stick. I remember one day he left to go and sit in the sun drenched rafters of an old dusty barn, to whistle. I never saw him again.
When I was little I had an imaginary friend, Smurfette. It was so bad that my mother actually had to set a place for her at the dinner table!
Most kids have an imaginary friend or two -- well, I had an imaginary club, complete with both made-up children and some from books I'd read...and a menagerie of animals that we all took care of during club meetings.
When i was little i had many imaginary friends that i thought were actually there. there names are as follows: luke skywalker, yoshi, captain hook, zorro, casper the friendly ghost, r2d2, and long john silver. one time i actually made a birthday cake for yoshi and we had a party with my neighbors. and i yelled at my father and scared him one time telling him "DAD YOU ARE STANDING ON CASPER'S TAIL!!!!" and that scared him but he laughed. i know now that they are not real.
I used to believe that any person or animal that I drew might come alive and get angry at me (for drawing it badly?) Somehow, I alleviated my worry by always drawing the mouth second-to-last (so that it couldn't complain) and the eyes last (so that it couldn't see what I was doing until the last possible second).
When I was lil I believed that little people lived in the walls of my house, but instead of being scared of them they became my best friends. I thought they looked kinda like the little people on Fraggle Rock, and I would constantly walk around the house talking to them, imagining they were walking right next to me behind the wall.
I used to think everyone in the world had an imaginary friend that nobody else could see, because when ever I was in the car and saw people driving past talking (probably singing a song or something), they'd be talking to their imaginary friend!
When I was 6-8 years old, my brother told me I had a long lost brother named E-Bob who lived in Canada, and if I ever talked to E-Bob or met him, WW3 would start...
I also thought that Canada the island that is actually Africa...
I believed a village of tiny people lived in the dust bunnies on the top of my canopy bed. I was horrified when I came home from school and my mother had washed the canopy.
When i was about 9 I used to have this little game i played by myself out in the garden where i was the teacher and i taught an imaginary class "ball tricks"
This was basically just bouncing a ball and making up little bouncing routeens whilst running round the garden like a maniac trying to get to my "drill spot".
The problem was that our fences had giant gaps in, and all the neighbours thought i was a retard, shouting at imagiany people and running round like mad bouncing balls!
When I was 1-7 Ihad an imaginary friend named ,Midoe,the thing is I only talked to him on the tele.I even memorized his # by the time I was 3.Till this day when I'm lonely I call him.
LOL
my sister thought there was a person named Mooses who lived in the curtains in our living room.....dont ask....
When I was little I thought the pink Power Ranger was my best friend. If my mom asked me if I wanted soup or something I would say "Make some for Kimberly too!" (i think kimberly was the power ranger's name...not sure lol)
yeah, i know, that is NOT a normal choice for Imaginary Friend, but i was like three!
I had a pretend friend when I was younger called Willtina. She was my excuse for many things. I told my mom that I couldn't sleep at night because Willtina was making too much noise playing on my hangers in the closet.
I also told her quite sadly one time while we were on a trip that Willtina had died. When she expressed her sympathy, I said "Don't worry, mom, there's nine more in the trunk!"
I've had two imaginary friends in my time. The first was called Bully, and was your standardised, everyone's got one, invisible friend. Were IKEA to sell imaginary friends then they would be like Bully, only called Boshtal or similar.
My second imaginary friend was not invisible, but rather microscopic. An antrhropomorphic representation of my immune system, I used to think he was responsible for killing germs and making me feel better. I remember one day comparing him to another friends microscopic friend, trying to determine which was the smallest.
When I was in Preschool I had an imaginary dog named D.D. We would pretend to plant bombs under the playground equipment and blow up the school. ... Ooookaaay...
Also, in 1st grade I had a giant imaginary bird named Kiwi. He was about as big as a horse and I'd "ride him" around. He was brown with a metallic head. (His real one fell off).
I was a weird kid.
I had an imaginary brother named Jason (I'm a girl) when I was littler. He was older than me, sometimes mean and sometimes nice. When I was home alone I would say stuff (out loud) to him and make up his reply in my head and pretend he said it.
Like some of the previous entries, I too had imaginary friends - all miniatures. I didn't really call them fairies or elves, but they were tiny and I was responsible for their welfare. They lived in my bedroom upstairs which was an older home on a farm. I had them for many years - I don't remember when I finally gave them up. Every once in awhile they come back to my memory, but I don't remember if I gave them names or not.
i used to have an imaginary friend named Alex. I SWEAR to this day she was real. We played together everyday. she was my bestfriend. she lived just down the street from me. well one day she was being mean to me and i told my mom to tell Alex to go home. So my mom told her to go home. and i never saw her again. i cried for the next few days cus She didn't come over.
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