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i used to have a imaginery frend
When I was little, like 4, I thought I was 2 people. One was Stephanie from "Ca'fornia"(that's excactly how i said it) and My Name(privacy) frm Montana.
I had a lot of imaginary friends. I can`t remember all of them but I remember one very clearly.
I had an imaginary person called Mr Man, who was an old gardener who lived in my back garden and looked after me and my next door neighbour. He was tanned, and he was always smiling. He always wore checked shirts. I can always remember him clearly in my head, even now.
when i was little, my brother and sister told me that i was so ugly, i wasn't aloud to have friends and so the next day at school, i told all my friends that i couldn't talk to them because i was to ugly and i started making imaginary friends and then people saw me talking to my self and then i started to get real friends as i grew older but it really was mean now that i think about it....
When I was 6 I used to have two imaginary sliced carrot friends named Jim and Joe who lived on my right shoulder. I would talk to them for advice.
When I was little, I had a slew of imaginary friends. There was Stompy, who was like a big brother to me, and his little sister MolliMae (I wanted a sister named that - I got a brother instead), and their mom, Meant It. And her sister, Beat It. (my mom used to tell me "I MEANT it!" all the time, and instead of telling my puppy to go away, she'd tell her to "beat it"). There was Gung Gung, who always got me in trouble (and spit in my mom's cereal), and Big IkkiBikki and Little IkkiBikki, who looked like Dr. Seuss characters.
After we moved when I was about 5, I didn't have them anymore.
when i was little (im 14 now) i had 2 imaginary friends who were both ghosts. boo (that was his name) was really nice and cool. he wore a shirt that, like him, was transparent. the only visible about him was his backwards red hat. the other(max) was a total douchebag and had black curly hair.
Well I'll let you into a secret. I'm 15, I sufferf rom pyscosis and I have an imaginary friend called Evanna. I made her a really long time ago and she protects me from all the bad stuff in the world. Shes got long white blonde hair that reaches her waist and she often dresses up as a fairy. She's lovely, and the best part is her secret power is that she can read minds, so I don't talk out loud to her. She's often sitting in the corner of the room daydreaming, reading or drawing. Everything she touches turns invisable so she has to sneak downstairs and get food in the middle of the night, and when I'm scared, she makes me invisable too. I don't tell people about her because noone needs to know. So there we are, its ok to have imaginary friends.
when I was about ten I used to believe that I had a little girl that lived in my nose named maraih that controlled my thoughts and body functions
when i was little, i had an imaginary friend named prince jimmy. we would hang out all the time and one time i yelled at one of my mom's friend's for sitting on him. when i was getting older and didn't need him anymore, i got mad when everyone kept asking me how he was, so i told people his country went to war and he was killed.
i am 12 i sel have imagenary frinds
when i was about 10 i would make a shadow puppet of a fox and move my fingers so it looked like it was talking and i would talk for it. all the other kids thought i was wierd except my best friend. (who started doing it two) it took me a year to loose the habit!
when i was little i hated school and was very shy so i had an imaginary friend who came with me every day and followed me every where, but he only followed me because of my watch and when ever someone took it i would cry. (once i even slept with it on.)
I had (and kind of still do) an imaginary twin brother named 23.
(Yes. His name was really 23.)
We always fought over simple, small issues, and he took the pleasure of picking on me while I was in classes, knowing I couldn't do much about it then.
Almost every day, I'd shoot glares at him, but the boy sitting across from me would think I was glaring at him instead.
23 was mean....
when I was little, I used to have these imaginary friends called my 'ghost friends'. They were not evil, or nasty - except one; they all had different personalities. There was about 10 of them, and coming to think about it, they were most probably my concience. They lived in my head, and I used to always talk to them: they always told me what to do and decided my decisions for me. I used to blame them for everything - from stealing the cookies to burning my house down... I decided they got too mischevious and forced them out my head into a shoebox that I kept under my bed until they started behaving again. Unfortunately, I can't find the box so we must have left them behind when we moved :'(
When we were younger, my friend Michelle and I had imagionary friends. I had an imagionary boyfriend named Robert who had black hair and blue eyes, he always wore a tuxedo and his hair was slicked back, and he lived in a cardboard box in my room. There was Esmerelda, I don't remember what she looked like. And Penny, who lived with Michelle, who never wore clothes. Penny always tried to steal my boyfriend. Bitch.
Between the ages of 3 and 5, I had a lot of imaginary friends. One of them was named Tina and she sat with me on the bus to preschool. A real kid wanted to sit next to me
and i told her she couldn't because Tina was sitting there, so when she pretended to pick her up and throw her to the front of the bus I cried.
As a child, my family traveled around the country a lot. I would look out the window and imagine someone (sometimes it was a man, and sometimes it was my imaginary friend Bridget) running alongside our car on the edge of the road, playing as if the ground was lava. The person would jump from light posts to trees and walk across telephone wires like a circus performer--all the while keeping up with the car. Sometimes, if there wasn't anything for him to stand on, he'd ride on top of our car for a while. When I'm on long or boring car trips, I still imagine this sometimes.
I'm slightly nuts, only slightly nuts because I'm sane enough to know I'm nuts but still crazy enough to have an imaginary boyfriend (I'm 12) his name is Jesse and I actually know a real Jesse who I really like but haven't seen in ages so now I have fake Jesse to keep me company, except he's slighly meaner than real Jesse and likes to make me cry which doesn't look so good when I'm sitting in the middle of my geography class and I suddenly burst into tears, (yes that really happened, damn he got me in my weak spot, I was already bored to tears just for the fact that it was geography) yes I know I'm probably mentally distrurbed whatever I don't care I'm a weird kid, as fake Jesse so often tells me...
I'm 12, and when I was 4-10, I never had an imaginary friend. I didn't really understand how the other kids could see this freaky-deaky being that didn't move anything, eat, sleep, or take up room (like you could run through them). I also wonder if they were unrealistic (cartoonish) or more realistic.
But now, i have an imaginary friend who is a purple blob named NotBob. :]