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I thought my imaginary friend was real and he imagined me
I hope he still believes I exist
When I was about 10 and my little sister was four, we went on a family camping trip to France one summer. One day, I found Katie, my sister, starring at a tree a little way away from our tent. She told me that was were Boris, the cheetah, lived. Boris was a french cheetah, who was pink (with pink spots), and, coincidentaly, loved all the food which Katie hated (nameably, everything healthy.). Boris came home with us, and for about the next year and a half, whenever my Mum said 'Katie, eat your vegetables.', she always answered, 'But then Boris will starve!'
To this day, we don't know if Boris was an honest figment of my little sister's imagination, or a clever ploy to guilt my parents into giving her more biscuits.
I had an imaginary friend called Minnie who went everywhere with me.
I don't recall it but I have been told the following.
I was three and on a plane (not for the 1st time, my family used to travel alot).
I started screaming and crying. Apparently Minnie who had been sitting on the wing of the plane (as you do) had been hit by a cloud and had fallen off!!!
I only had one imaginary friend. He was a boy, and his name was Jane. No matter how hard anyone ever tried to convince me that Jane was a girl's name, I would not be swayed. Jane was a boy. Jane and I didn't get along too well. I would get really upset when sitting in the back of the car and when asked what's wrong simply retort, "Jane's saying bad words!" He was, however, my sole companion and dearest friend whenever my sisters would kick me out of their room...
I don't know whatever happened to Jane. I have a feeling he left because I got too mad at him.
I still miss him. ;)
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.
When I was around 5 or 6 I invented myself an imaginary wife named Sonja, and I told everyone about here and had a whole pretend life with her. At that age, I only knew one phone number besides my own (that wasn't an emergancy number), that played a recording of the local weather forcast. I'd call it and have made up conversations with her. I think the imaginary marriage lasted a couple of years before I abandoned the fantasy.
I had my imaginary friends and sisters when I was much older than most kids are when they have them. I was about 9-12 when mine were developed. I convinced people that I was a triplet. My sisters names were Leigh and Sonya. I dropped Sonya after a while and just had Leigh. Sometimes I was Leigh and sometimes I am me. I also had a "imaginary" brother named Toby and he saved my life a lot. My bestest friend was Kenzi, and I actually tried to set Kenzi up on dates and drew pics of her. I'm 27 now and I still have Kenzi around. I actually made a myspace for her and we talked back and forth. Every year, every few months or so, my daughter (7) and I have a birthday party for our imaginary friends (i didn't tell her about mine, she just had them one day at around 3 years old.) We make a cake on the special day and make cards and make presents and take pictures. I should post them up somewhere.
When I was younger, I would play with marbles. But not in the normal way, oh no, not me. I would play with the marbles like other kids play with action figures. I would assign them names and personalities. I would form armies of marbles, and they would fight amongst each other to tragic ends. But sometimes, they would all band together to battle the Lego armies. I've come to the conclusion that I was either exquisitely creative or horribly disturbed.
I used to have an imaginary friend named Silo. He was like a troll sort of creature and I used to talk to him all the time but I was always afraid that my parents would be able to see him and send him away so I kept him quiet. I remember he used to wake me up in the night and shout at me for leaving him. then one day he just left. I cried for days and my parents didn't know why. hehe.
I used to believe that I had an arch nemesis. An opposite of me. His name was Semaj, mine backwards. But I'd never actually seen him because he could transform into ANYTHING, except my next door neighbours 3 on their letterbox. I never found out what happened to him.
I used to believe that a little ant named Sylvia lived inside my body. She was my imaginary friend, I guess...She controlled all of my bodily functions, like running the potty factory! She also went on vacation inside my yellow tri-cycle.
When my sister was younger, instead of having an imaginary friend, she had an imaginary herd of cows under the stairs!! She used to hunt them into the kitchen every morning, and back in under the staris every night before she went to bed!!!
When my sister was three, she had an imaginary friend who was a ghost named Flower. She insisted that she didn't like hamburgers, and Flower would eat hers when we weren't looking.
My parents told me that as a 3 or 4 year old that I thought Bob Geldof was my invisible friend. I would talk to him and I wouldn't let them walk up the stairs because he was sat on them. I have no idea why I chose Bob he was in the boomtown rats at the time.
When I was little (but considered too old for an imaginary friend) I saw Harvey (an old classic movie) and saw that this 30 year old man had an imaginary friend and he was his BEST FRIEND! What a deal, I thought. So, I adopted Harvey. I don't know how, he just appeared to me. I was in 4th grade at the time and he was my best friend. We use to play dress up, but to everyone else I was just a crazy little girl in the supermarket dressed up like Cinderella (he was the beast). I'd even do my homework with Harvey. He was my best friend. He read me "The Catcher in the Rye." I'm still convinced he was real, because I myself have never read The Catcher in the Rye, but I know the WHOLE story.. Fishy!
I used to have an imaginary friend named "Nanoo-nanoo" who was made out of electrictiy and of course, lived in the electrical outlets. For my 8th birthday he was the only person I invited. I was crushed he didn't show up.
We used to have a hole in our skirting board when I was about three and a believed that the borrowers lived in it, for months I left food in it and my dad used to write messages suposedly from the little people , it was the weirdest pen-pal I ever had!
i always thought people were selected to get imaginary friends. all of my friends had an imaginary friend, i thought because it was a birthday present. but i never had an imaginary friend
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend named 'Steve'. Steve died when my dad sat on him at a family gathering.
I had an imaginary friend who was actually my reflection. She looked just like me, of course, but her name was "Jealous" because she was imprisioned behind the mirror. I thought that if I broke the mirror she would be freed and would take her revenge, and that was why it was bad luck to break a mirror.
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