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on saint patty's day back in 1st grade my teacher brought in a jar filled with leaves and said her friend from ireland sent it to her and there was a leprechaun in it. everyone wanted a chance to see the jar and they all said "i saw a hand!" or "i saw a foot!" of course they were lying but at the time i believed them. when it was my chance i went to see it and i didnt see a hand or foot or any trace of the leprechaun. i was so upset that that afternoon when i went home i cried because i thought the leprechaun hated me.
I had an imaginary friend when I was 4, and me and my imaginary friend came up with this great idea that we were gonna take my dad's truck and drive it to my aunt's house and try on all her clothes while she was sleeping I have no idea why..so I told my real friend jessie about this idea and she thought it was cool so on my 5th birthday I had a sleepover and she spent the night. We waited for my parents to go to sleep and then we climbed on a chair unlocked the top lock and went out and climbed in the back of my dad's truck then the alarm went off and they woke up and we got in trouble. Those damn imaginary friend's are such bad influences.
I had an imaginary friend, and he went everywhere with me, and I talked to him every second i was awake. One day, I got in a huge fight with him, flushed him down the toilet, and that was the end. I could never replace him even if I tried, and i was mad at myself for flushing him.
I never replaced him because it was too hard, but I guess I eventually grew out of trying to find somebody else.
I'm 20, and I've had an imaginary friend for as long as I can remember. Before I was 13, he was very nice and we got along well. Two days after I turned 14, he left for about a year and a half. When I was 15 and a half, he came back with a new name and new clothes. After that, every few weeks he'd change his name and his appearance. At that point he became horribly mean and very evil. I was very frightened of him and couldn't sleep for a while. I didn't get much done, to say the least. After several months, I got tired of being afraid and confronted my imaginary friend. The first week was the hardest and most frightening time of my life, but everything eventually calmed down. Eventually, he faded into the background of everything. He's still there, he's just always quiet and always behind me.
i used to love animals and i still do, and i knew alot about different species of dogs since i was 5, so i had this imaginary friend that was a siberian husky named snowball and he could speak english so i would talk to him. after a month or 2 he "told" me he was lonly when i left (cuz apparently he didnt follow me around like other people's imaginary friends) and so i imagined up fire (who was a black lab) and they became best friends, and when they told me they were hunry i would act like i was throwing them raw steaks???
one day i just stopped beileing in them, it was strange
I started writing a book when i was about 9, all the charcters became my imaginary friends. call me crazy but i talk with them about my new ideas for the book and still have them all, ive even added more. there are 17 of them and counting!
When I was about 4 through 7, I used to say I had imaginary friends named Bella and Chella and they followed me wherever I went! One day my mom and I were going to Dairy Queen, and I said I will have 3 chocolate sundaes please! Then she asked why and I said "Bella and Chella are hungry too!"
Im 12 now but I still think it's hilarious!
hi. i'm 12 and i imagine that my yard, (which is very forest-like) is a preserve for fairies. my parents are the caretakers. (but they really don't know it) one day, i planted a little garden of my own in the back. it is now the home of the fairy queen. she was so greatful that she gave me a kiss on the forehead which gave me the power to talk to the fairies in their language. though to me, it sounds like english. i don't know most of the fairies, but a few have spoken to me. i have a small stack of papers with drawings of the fairies i have met. someday there'll be a BUNCH of pictures in there.
whenever there's sick or hurt fairies, i nurse them back to health.
well, i have to go and check the preserve, so i have to stop writing.
I used to have an imaginary friend called Bob, who lived in my Nan's bathroom cupboard. He used to talk to me when I went to the toliet. He had red hair, and was originally from Scotland, however moved to London for work. Its strange I knew this as I didnt know what Scottland was when I was that age (3)
I'm 12 right now and I'm gonna be 13 in november, I have alot of friends but I still need someone to talk to and to tell me right and wrong and make me laugh. His name is Jasper and he's like casper but he's really cute and he has a crush on me. he's 12 2 and I even do his voice when I talk to him. Cause I can talk like a guy.
when me and my friend where in the 1st grade we were playing in the dirt and mulch behind the swings.we found this squashed raisin and pernounced it dead,but then we imagined its ghost popped up,and ran away,it was evil though.we called it haunted raisin.finally a few recesses later we caught haunted raisin,trained him to be nice and he was our best friend.the collection continued! we then imagined some of his family,haunted blueberry,haunted acorn,haunted grape,haunted cattipiller,and haunted m&m.we even brought old barbie props to recess and played with our friends.we even had haunted family book covers we created.haunted raisin would go everywhere with us and he would have sleepovers with us.he lived in the telephone pole at the playgroud.We stopped playing haunted rasin when we where in the 5th grade!!!
when i was 8, i had an imaginary friend from EVERY computer game with people! back then i had like 20 games!
I once had an Imaginary friend - a LONG time ago! Here is my story...
Well, when I was like 3 ish I invented and imaginary friend named Chessie. She was two years older than me and had curly red hair. When I was 11 I made up her little brother who was my age. His name was Cameron and I had a crush on him. After a little bit I had a little sister named Sarah but then she became my twin. She also liked Cameron, and when he asked me out she got all mad and disappeared. Then my (real) best friend had an imaginary boyfriend named Seth and Cameron and him were friends. Chessie had long since vanished. Then after a while Cameron and I broke up because of the real guy I liked. (he actually asked me out last week) Now Sarah is back as my little sister. She's 5 and I'm 12. It is ok for older kids to have imaginary friends!!!!!!!!
I had two imaginary scottie dog friends based on these Beany Babies we had. When we drove to places, they had to sit in the trunk because there wasn't enough room in the front of the car. One day, they moved back to Scotland.
When I was about six, I had a whole imaginary "magic" world which could only be reached by walking in a certain pattern in the woods behind my yard. I pretended I was a boy named Harley (who did ballet, like I did at the time), and I was illegally learning magic from a woman named Elspeth. Apparently I was the only person from the "real world" who could access this place, and therefore I had to protect both worlds from the evil Prince of the Night. As it turned out, the only reason he was evil was because he didn't have a name. I defeated him and gave him a new name, and then we got married. I guess same-sex marriage was legal in the magic world!
A few years later, my friend and I were horse-crazy and would pretend we had a whole herd of horses and that my front yard was actually a countryside where we raced the horses. One of my horses died and I told my friend I was going to carve his name into the wall of the "stable", which was actually part of our wooden fence. Good thing I never did, since that fence was brand new.
When I was younger I would play this game in the bathroom where I would pretend I had a bunch of little mice, and I would set a hight for them, then put them in hard to escape spots. For example, maybe I would put one on top of the sink who was maybe only 2 inches tall, and then plan its whole escape route to the outside. It would use the dental floss, balance across the edge, or leap onto close objects, and always would make it safely down.
When i was young, i had this wallpaper with x patterns on it. I used to stare into the wall and imagine the x's and little flying birds. I would watch them fly all over the walls until they decided to migrate and never come back
This is not my belief, it's my friend's.
When my best friend was about 5 or 6 she had an imaginary friend named Grandmother Darnet (we still cannot figure out how she came up with that). One day, she got tired of Grandmother Darnet and didn't want her as a friend anymore. At the time, they were at the super market. Her mother asked where Grandmother Darnet was and Kyrsten insisted that she had been hit by a shopping cart and died.
He is my imaginary enemy.
He stalks me.
And he has a chainsaw.