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well i have one imaginary friend. she's my sister. her name is fiesta. im 10 and fiesta is 5. my mom thinks im inmuchure but im not i keep telling her. me and fiesta always go everywhere even to the pool in canada.
When I was 5-6, I had two imaginary friends that I adored named Rufus and Tanya. I remember that Rufus was a green and blue dog and that Tanya didn't have a leg (I later gave her an auto-mail, which I called at the time, a "shiny leg") We had a lot of fun times...
However, my family wasn't too happy about my imaginary friends. One morning, my mom decided she had had enough with Rufus and Tanya and told me that they had packed their bags and left early that morning. Being so young, I believed my mom and I was heartbroken. I waited at the stoop for days seeing if they'd come back home, but they sadly didn't.
I'm now 21 and seven months pregnant with a girl. When my daughter gets to the age where she has imaginary friends, I won't do what my mom did about my imaginary friends. Well, I'll TRY, lol.
my friend, jealous of my imaginary dragon, decided she had an imaginary friend too. "his name is bob." she never disclosed any information on bob, but they would often come over to my house and spend long periods locked in different rooms. they would go home at night together.
My little sister, who's like twelve years younger than me, had THE best imaginary friend ever. His name was simply "boy", he lived in the cupboard with her nappies and he could fly and change sizes...you could ask her any question about "boy" and she would answer it.
When I was about 5 or 6, I remember playing school. Only, I would only play it on the toilet. I guess to keep myself occupied?
Anyway, I had about 10 students, and for some reason or another, they were all dogs. I only remember two distinctly, one was a spotted bull dog named Butch, who was the bully. The other was a black boxer named Roxy, and she was the popular girl.
When i was 9-10 i had a imaginary friend called Cody. I always talked to him and write in my diary to him.im 11 now and still talk to him when im alone. Also when i look at my reflectiong in my mirrors its like i got a twin sister.
When I was around the age of six, I got my ears pierced. One of them got very infected, and I had to let it heal over; there was a lump of skin growing over the back of the stud. Months later, it had healed, except for a lump of scar tissue... that lump was my imaginary friend. Its name was Stacy, and she would tell me what was going on behind me.
I cried when Stacy dissapeared.
When I was younger, I used to talk to my shadow. I named her Trinity and always played tag with her. I also sat on my swing set and complained that she always went higher than me. I was weird. Sometimes, when I was on the swings, I would close my eyes and imagine that i was flying above the clouds and eventually I would meet Jesus and go to ice cream world.
Pathetic, I Know.
I used to have four imaginary friends,Elizabeth,Anabelle,Cheryl and Victoria.I didn't let anyone know as they will think I am a nuisance I play , shop, studied with them but since I am 17 I am more realistic and had more real frinds.
When I was like four I had two imaginary friends named Sharlye and I cant remember the other one's name i want to say lucy... anyway they were my BFFs and I took them to preschool and whenever I did something bad i blamed it on them and one day my mom said if sharlye and that other person does something bad I'll get grounded so they disappeared for a year and they came back when I was five
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.
That imaginary friends are real
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.
My brother used to tell me stories about how he was a super spy with a companion dog that mom and dad didn't know about. The spy missions (including one involving evil Lego), the death of super dog, everything. Of course, I shouldn't be suprised: he used to pretend to be on the phone with the tooth fairy! I believed every word he said for a long while.....
my cousin used to have two imaginary friends: Cory and Bo Sickalo.
i used to think that an imaginary friend was someone who keept looking at you when you when you where changing and taking a shower.
I, like many children, had an immaginary friend. Only this friend lived in my brain and his name was Zoney. He was essentially the manager of my body (yeah i sound like a psycho). He was not alone though. My body had "workers" in every section and they all had very original names like footey, hearty, kneey, fingery, nosey...you get the point. Well whenever I would do something I would make bets with different parts of my body, i.e. i would bet my heart 100 blood cells that I could make a basketball shot. I later realized that I was a very stupid kid.
I have two friends pumpy and pumpkin, they are cousins. Pumpy is pumpkin pie and pumpkin is a pumpkin. Whenever pumpy loses crumbs, I always eat them, and she says thank you. I pretend that pumpkin is my cousin on a TV show. I pretend that my dad's cell phone is her wheelchair and that when they die I will make a pumpkin funeral as long as they don't rot.
When I was a child, my first imaginary friend was Batman. I walked up to my parents one day when I was about 5 or 6 and said "Mom, Dad...I want you to meet my boyfriend" Then I pointed to "Batman" and said "His name is Batman." My dad actually stuck his hand out and "shook hands" with Batman. Yeah, being the youngest of 5...I guess nothing shocks my parents at this point.
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.