I always thought my invisible friend was more intelligent than I was but his solutions to problems were nearly always wrong.

Anon

When I was little I had an imaginary pet goat named Andrew. He changed colors between blue and purple. If he (or I guess I) didn't like someone he would bite them.

badronald

When I was about 4 I had an invisible friend, Oscar, who was my "invisible pet octopus". Oscar would tell me what I should eat or whether or not I should do things - "No, Oscar says that I shouldn't eat those vegetables" or "Oscar said I don't have to go to bed now". I was an only child so it was nice to have this friend. My mother says she wasn't overly fond of Oscar, and I don't know why I decided upon an octopus.
I did try for a bit in kindergarten to convince people that this big tall blow up doll I had (NO!! Not that kinda blow up doll!) was my sister, who was very quiet except for a squeak when she was bent. I always wanted siblings, I guess.

Jane

When I was around 4th grade, I made up a little cat named Diana. She sat on my head all day long. One of my friends in the gifted program that I saw once a week had an imaginary dog that followed him everywhere. Everytime I saw this guy I would grab Diana off of my head and protect her because his imaginary dog would come up and eat her. This happened a couple of times. I got mad at him and I would kick his imaginary dog and stroke my dear Diana. o_o;

I don't like cats.

A friend of mine used to have an invisible friend. the invisible friend was a lizard, called Lizzie. Lizzie went everywhere with my friend. then one day, as my friend was on the bus (Lizzie running alongside the bus in the road because she had no bus fare), and Lizzie the Lizard was run over by a mini. My friend has had a severe vendetta against minis ever since. tee hee.

Barx

When I was in 3rd grade I had a friend named Cory. We both had imaginary friends. His was named Gregory and mine was named Sasha. At one point, "Gregory and Sasha" were going out. Then, "Sasha dumped Gregory". Funny, I remember Cory being the one who cried.

Raisa

When my sister was little she had an imagery friend called Roger n she used to sit in her room for hours talking to him n playing schools n stuff like that. My mum always thought she was wierd n kept trying to tell her he wasnt real but she wouldnt have any of it n continued to play with him. Eventually he left, he moved to America i think, n my mum was really happy that shed grown out of it. When my sister was 6 she came home from school n told everyone that Roger had started school and was coming for tea, my mum was horrified n kept saying he wasnt real. But it turned out Roger was actually the name of a boy who had just moved to my sisters school and he did come round for tea.

Cherry Girl

When I was in primary school the whole school had to sit in the main hall on the ground and listen to boring assembleys. So I used to sit cross legged and have thrilling imaginary conversations with my shoes. They were shiny and the light reflected off them making face like shapes. I would make the faces move their mouths and talk by wiglling my toes. I actually believed that they were real people who had come in the form of light reflections to entertain me.

Charlie girl

i used to have an imaginary friend called Alibino...i told everyone he was really fat and couldn't fit in any of the rooms in our house. I think i thought he was my boyfriend...

Faye

When I was about six, my first imaginary friend turned up. Her name was Kate, and she was sixteen, tattooed, and with multiple piercings. I used to adore Kate, but she couldn't stand me, and I'd often go crying to my mother that Kate was ignoring me. Luckily, Kate had a brother, named Montezuma, who was much nicer. He was any age I decided he should be, but was most often thirteen. Strangely enough, I got a crush on Montezuma when I was eight... Yes, they both lasted until I was nine...

Erika - with the bizarre childhood.

I had an imaginary friend named Scarlett Sheffield. She was British, with long blonde hair, long bangs, and plump red lips. She was always in haute couture and would often tell me what to wear. Sometimes, even now at age 13, when I am getting dressed I still hear her voice in my head saying, "That doesn't match..."

Kat needs fashion advice

I used to pretent I was deep in the jungle of Africa doing a study on lions. My only contact with the outside world was through letters, which I typed on my type writter. I documented trapping, taming and becoming very close with these pretend lions. Eventually they turned on me and my last letter to the outside world, which I still have, pleads for my colluges to find my remains and revenge my death by killing the lions.

Pearlybuttons

I used to think wall outlets looked like little faces (eyes and mouth), and so I would talk to them sometimes!

EJ

I used to believe that my imaginary pals lived in two places and I would talk to them when I visited. My friends were called The Shaggy People, purely because they had very long fur! They were green, red, blue and yellow and looked a bit like Muppets. Except all you could see of them was their long fur, eyes and feet. They lived in the school toilets on the wall there and also in the waiting shelter on the platform of Brough Railway Station.When I was on a train going through Brough they would line up on the platform to greet me.

Anne

I used to have an imaginary friend as a kid called Mick and I used to shout at my parents not to stand on him (cos they almost did all the time) cos he was only about a foot tall and he used to tell me to pick rubbish up in the street to keep him alive. I stopped doing it and he disaapeared over time :( goes to show its all psychological

Spindle

When I was about 4 or 5 i thought that I had a little dog named Wach (I didn't know how to spell watch so her name was Wach). Every day she would have a new litter of puppies (although she never met a boy dog). Wach was a Watch-Dog and always protected me. I took her everywhere and always gave her Cheeerios with water. She was pretty much my real dog. Weird, but I always thought I could feel her brown fur. Hmmmmmmm...

Dog-Lover :-)

I had this imaginary friend named Calvary. Calvary was a punk/goth even though i was 6, and had never been exposed to that "scene" i saw her as a purple/green haired (depending on her mood) girl, with piercings everywhere. I held her hand everywhere, including to church. Her parents owned a huge famous zoo, and i could go play with their animals anytime i wanted. Then one day she moved to Poland.

Anon

When I was 3, my family moved cross-country from DC to California. Coincidently, my imaginary friends, Gagar and Ass moved with us as well! Gagar and Ass lived in the air conditioning vents in my bedroom, and we would have long conversations each night. At some point, Gagar and Ass had to leave, and they told me they were going on a long trip, never to return. Ahhh, but they were wrong! They have returned, 40 years later, in my neice's life: she is 3 years old and her imaginary friends are "Gaga" and "Magently!" Cool, eh?

Winegeek

I had a lot of imaginary friends, but the one that stuck round the longest and bonded with me the most was Ellis. Ellis looked like a regular boy, but without a nose, and he had fewer teeth than normal (but they were bigger). HE lived in the oak tree outside our house, which was close enough to the house so that i could reach my hand out and touch some of the leaves. Ellis would climb (he was really good at that) through the window sometimes and we would eat shortbread. I knew that i couldn't get to his home in the tree, but i HAD to send him messages somehow. (We were best friends after all. ) At some point, I found a stash of those plastic Easter eggs that come apart, and i would stuff them with bits of food and paper and throw them at a tree. Ellis and I said goodbye to eachother when I explained it all to my parents and they were a little concerned. ( I was about 8.) They told me he was moving away (for some reason I assumed it was to Cornwall). I've been to cornwall, but never been able to find a guy there with no nose.......

Bethan

At age 5 - 8 I had animaginary friend called Frank. He was only ever called upon when I was playing solitary games - such as trying to hit a ball against a wall 20 times without it hitting the ground.
Frank and me would have competitions like best of 3, but if I was losing I would change the rules to say best of 5. I would keep on changing the rules until such time as I was the winner.

Joe