make-believe: imaginary friends

When I was little, I had 10 imaginary friends. I was also a messy child, and refused to belive that I was the one who messed up my room. I blamed it on my imaginary friends. One day, when I was about 7, my dad told me I was grounded untill my room was clean. I got so pissed that I threw all 10 imaginary friends out the window. After that, I had no more imaginary friends.

My neighbors daughter, Tori, used to have two imagninary friends named Hillaga and Sillaga. She said they lived in the basement, but her house didn't have a basement. Tori said they lived with Tori's other mommy, her "real mommy". Then one day when I was babysitting her and her sister she told me that Hillaga was on the roof and was ate by an allegator. It wasn't long after that that she stopped talking about them.

when i was about 5 i had an imaginary friend named bob. Bob and i would walk at the beach and have ice cream and then when i still believed in him he walked in front of a tracktor trailer and died.

I had these imaginary friends, although i don't remember playing with them or anything. i supose they were more like imaginary observers they used to live in taps and they were called Bass Bass and Dump. I was never really sure what they were exactly kind of a cross between citrous fruit (oranges and lemons that sort of thing) and cutlery. I think i was influenced by hey diddle diddle and this little plastic orange man i had.

My sister and I shared a bedroom when we were younger. Our beds were next to each other, with 2 ft or so of walking space in between. Her imaginary friend lived in that space, and one had to be very careful not to step on him! His name? Man-with-gloves. Kind of creepy now, but at that age, we never really thought anything of it!

For some very strange reason, I used to think that a huge pink bunny was always behind me. The bunny was person-sized, like someone in an Easter Bunny costume, and I could never see it because it would hop around to avoid me. I believed this for years, until my sister was old enough to talk and I asked her if there was a bunny behind me. I was kind of upset when I learned the truth.

I used to have an imginary cat friend called Banga. I used to come out of school and tell my mum that she was dead. She always replied, "Don't be silly."
I got very annoyed when all my friends got imaginary friends too: I recall my best friend's was called Star. I once hit my friend for insisting that Star existed. I hated the idea that other people could have imaginary friends too.

when i was about 7 i walked in the living room of my grandparent's house and found my five year old cousin crying really hard in the middle of the room.(real tears and everything). when i asked her what was wrong, she told me that her imaginary boyfriend broke up with her! she's always been really boy-crazy.

When I was 3-4, I believed that my manners (which my mother was always telling me to "watch") were a community of tiny people who lived in my tummy. There was a whole little town in there, with a mayor named Mary Manner and lots of other citizens, whose first names all started with M. For some reason it was important that they be kept secret, though. One Thanksgiving my mom made a really big deal about how important it was that I watch my manners. She found me in the bathroom, putting a bandaid over my navel to keep the Manners from escaping. Of course she laughed herself silly, but she didn't try to convince me that they weren't real. Even so, I lost my belief soon afterward.

When I was eight, I had a few more imaginary friends.

"Angel" was a comforting tiny angel girl whom I made up when my second-grade teacher yelled at me for misspelling a word, and I was trying not to cry. Angel either sat on my shoulder or flew around my head, telling me what to do in a bad situation. Sometimes, she'd have to go back to Heaven for her "occasional angel IQ test" and she'd mail me little post cards and letters (which I drew and showed to Papaw). Angel looked just like the first ghost in that cartoon Christmas Carol movie with Mr. Magoo.

Another one was "Maria". She was a Hispanic lady that lived within the pages of my math textbook. She'd always talk to me, tell me silly stories about "back home in New York" or bounce around and hang off of the letters and numbers. She also had a daughter, Rita, but I rarely saw her because she was a loner. Oddly enough, the two women were actually made up when I saw two photos in the textbook.

Then, there was Zelda (from the Sabrina the Teenage Witch comics) and Obi-Wan Kenobe. They were madly in love and were always kissing. Obi-Wan also helped care for Zelda's newborn baby boy from a previous marriage (the baby never grew any older; Zelda's previous hubby died in a plane crash). Then, Zelda and Obi-Wan were able to get married when Obi-Wan got a job in a Ragtime band and made a million dollars. I was the flower girl, the vacuum cleaner was the preacher, and various toys were the guests. Can you say, "Soap Opera"?

The last one was my "army" of toys. I had six or seven little toys, including a foot-tall plastic anime bendable dragon thing, a Barbie doll, and a little baby pegasus doll from Hercules. The army was responsible for going into rebellious battle with the grown ups. I can't tell you how many times I shut the kitchen door and screamed at the top of my lungs at the others, while pretending it was General Dragon. General Dragon and General Barbie had an attitude problem and had a slight infatuation with each other, while Pegasus was the perfect little soldeir everyone hated.

One more imaginary team I can remember took place when I was about ten or eleven. I created a cajun/dixie/New Orleans-type band on a shelf on my mom's deck. We were called "The Berts", because each of our names ended in "-bert". There was Jessbert (me), Herbert, Hobert, Bobbert and Billybert. Hobert and I were the singers, Herbert played banjo, Bobbert played the trombone and/or saxophone and Billbert played the harmonica and/or the snare drum. The other band members were toys, by the way.

Wait, I take that back. I also named some of my mom's plants. I can clearly remember a pink vinca flower named Rita (love that name!) and a tomato named Jeremy. They were just like Zelda and Obi-Wan!

Even today, all of these little imaginary beings still live in my mind, coming out every-once-and-a-while to say hello.

When my little brother was four, he had an imaginary friend named Jim. Everyday, he would run around with Jim and scream randomly because Jim was hurting him in some way. One day, my brother came home from day care, and was telling us that he got into trouble. That was all he would say. When we asked what happend, he would look at us in astonishment and repeat "I got in trouble!"

The next day, as my step mom was getting him ready for day care, she asked him if Jim was ready. He answered "he cant come back with me because i got into a fight with him yesterday." she said okay, and they left.

Later that day, he had to come home early, he was crying so hard. Once we finally calmed him down, he was able to tell us that since Jim went to day care with him eventhough he wasnt allowed to, a bear ate him. He was quite sad for a couple days, but now when we ask him about Jim, he doesnt remember him. He is now six.

When I was in Kindergaten or first grade, I took the bus to school. My bus stopped at the train tracks and opened its doors to let my imaginary friend Isabell in. She would sit by me, but we wouldn't talk.

Ok, well, you know how when you are drinking from a cup, and you look in and see your reflection at the bottom? Well, when I was little, I used to think that reflection was a little man living in a different world at the bottom of the cup. lol, a very werid imagination I had.

When I was younger, I believed that my reflection in the miror was somebody from another world who came to see me everytime I wanted. My paretns thought I was crazy because I would get up on mornings, go into their room (they had a huge miror in their bedroom but I didn't) tell "me" to be quiet because my parents were sleeping... I would wake them up everytime and for days I would be mad at the miror because she had made my parents mad at me.

As a child, I had a series of imaginary friends...
I remember I always wanted a puppy, so I had an imaginary black puppy who I used to carry around all the time.
I also had a duck, and he was green and black. But he never had a name, but I still can picture him to this day.
Also, there was a tree outside my house, and I adopted him as my own and I named him Barky and I made sure nobody cut him down...Well, it's been a few years now, and sadly, Barky has been cut down a few months ago. I miss him.
Heh, I wasn't much of a normal child...

I used to believe that my favorite animal characters from the books about the Moomins were my invisible friends and used to keep a space for them all in my bed. I slept squeeezed on the wall in order to make them feel comfortable.

When I was about 5 or 6, I had an imaginary elephant named Peanut. Whenever me and my mom went to the store I'd by pretend peanuts and egg salad sandwiches and would 'feed' them to him.

When i was little I used to have an imaginary bumble bee friend called "Bug". One time when one of my friends came over to my house we sat down on the grass and then I started yelling "AAAHH YOU SQUISHED BUG". Then i beat him up. I really believed bug was real. LOL