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I used to believe that there were keepers of the night. I had a very active imagination, and thought that they did things like... have spray cans full of dust & lightly spray it over everything.... spray the lawn down with little water bottles to make dew. This didn't scare me at all, mind you, it felt like the right order of things.
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When I was a kid, I had two major imaginary friends, that is, ones that lasted more than a couple days. One was Tia, a red dragon that looked out for me and taught me how to swim, and at night she would stretch one wing over me so I would be warm. Tia lasted three years, and then one day she died. I found her body at the park and cried for three days. (I had a vivid imagination). Then, there was Charlie DeSablo, who was a guy the same age as me, with blond hair and sunglasses who always drank martinis because he was immune to alcohol. He was the subsitute devil and had once dated Marylin Monroe, and knew everything. Contrary to his description, he was a rather nice guy. One day he decided to go see Europe, and he hasn't come back yet. He took my toothpaste.
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When I was 5 or so, I used to be afraid of the dark. To calm my nerves I thought of a little friend. He was a good ghost, that looked a little like the full moon. His name was Stefanus. He would sit on the windowsill at bedtime watching over me while I slept and when I had to walk hame in the dark he would hold my hand.
Only when there was a full moon he would slip way and play in the toilet, splashing the water. Whenever I saw the moon was full I'd make sure to leave the toilet lid up so he could play.
Stefanus was a good friend for a long time, he grew up as I did, became a person who'd always listen to me in puberty, was a shoulder to cry on when I was heartbroken. He allways understood me and it was comforting to know that there was at least one person that loved me as I was.
In the first year I had a car, I was driving some friends home and almost had an accident. I remember imagining a flash of white light that kept the two cars apart - I smiled because I immediately thought of my good old friend Stefanus.
I still like to leave the toilet lid up when there's a full moon - even if Stefanus is only make believe, it's nice to think that he might pop round to see an old friend and play in the toilet like he used to.
We had a big pine table in our kitchen, and I used to believe there were these little animals that lived in the knots called 'oi-ee's. Oi-ees were bone-shaped, with a little smily face at the top. They were perfectly friendly, and didn't frighten me at all.
There was a tiger in the hall and I had to get rid of it by huffing and puffing so that I could go to the toilet.
I'm sure the babysitters used to wonder why the 3 year old kid they were watching puffed away while toddling up the hallway.
When i was younger,i used to have a pet fairy called Adrian. he used to give me advice and tell me to do stuff that i shoudnt do. one day he told me i could fly like him and i jumped off my wall and broke my wrist. thats when i stopped believing!!!!!!
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 I was 4-6 I thought my stuffed dog, Rascal,was alive I would ride him feed him and I would take him for walks but when I turned 7 my parents told the truh.pfhhhhhhh parents (im 10 now)
When I was little (in elementary school). My mother used to wake me up every morning. I always went back to sleep. For some reason I thought I had a robot that was a perfect copy of me and could go to school for me. To me yesterday never happened and it was all a sort of dream.
Every morning I still wish that was true.
In 1958 I moved from hawaii to new jersey. we drove across the u.s. and took a long 3 week vacation to do it. Iwas very bored so I made up an imaginary purple dinasourh who ran beside the car all the way across the states..and he looked just like Barney long before there was Barney.
I used to believe that I had a squirrel that would live in a big tree in the middle of my room, and we would play together everyday!
I used to think that the weird crunching-type noise the refrigerator makes sometimes was a mouse. I would get really excited at the thought of having a pet, and he's be so grateful that I saved him from the cold fridge.
I used to believe Peter Pan was going to come for me at night, like he did for Wendy. So before I went to bed, I would have to brush my hair and put on my best dress, laying it out perfectly on the bed, as to be ready when he came.
The jerk stood me up!
I was quite lonely growing up. My solution was to create to imaginary friends, but whenever I tried to play with them they would shut me out and only play with each other...
I had a friend named Herman. He was, looking back at him, a shapeshifter. He was a Casper-like ghost, or an invisible flea that rode on my shoulder, or a disembodied presence, or a voice in my head, or some combination of them stacked on each other, so they were all Herman at the same time. He was an adviser, and another point of view to consider. Sometimes he was just there, not doing or saying anything, just, I somehow knew, enjoying himself. One day, he didn't say anything, but instead was getting ready to go away. I got very mad, and told him to go ahead and go. He did, and did not look back. I was sad for a while, but I got over it.
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.
I was just reminicing about my imaginary friend that I had from about age 4 to age 5. His name was Cockle The Funger and he was a hobo. I remeber he would appear and we would laugh together and share lunch that he would unwrap from his polka-dot hankerchief that he carried on the end of a long stick. I remember one day he left to go and sit in the sun drenched rafters of an old dusty barn, to whistle. I never saw him again.
When I was little I had an imaginary friend, Smurfette. It was so bad that my mother actually had to set a place for her at the dinner table!
Most kids have an imaginary friend or two -- well, I had an imaginary club, complete with both made-up children and some from books I'd read...and a menagerie of animals that we all took care of during club meetings.
When i was little i had many imaginary friends that i thought were actually there. there names are as follows: luke skywalker, yoshi, captain hook, zorro, casper the friendly ghost, r2d2, and long john silver. one time i actually made a birthday cake for yoshi and we had a party with my neighbors. and i yelled at my father and scared him one time telling him "DAD YOU ARE STANDING ON CASPER'S TAIL!!!!" and that scared him but he laughed. i know now that they are not real.
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