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I am 12 now and even now i still have an imaginary friends! Me and my best friend abbey! ( abbey is a real person) we would go to Abbey's mom's work, she works at an inside school. We would run around the school pretending we had to find out imgaginary friends and take them away from the evil gargoyles! My imaginary friend's naem was Cynthia and she was like 6 years old, and Abbey's name was Hannah she was like 7!
Also, we would pretend they went to school, and go and pick them up from the big in hill in out neighborhood! Though it's been a little while since we've been to school and picked our imaginary friends up, we still pretend that the gargoyles still have them!
Good ol' days! ( wait they still are)
When I was about 6 or 7, I had an imaginary friend, who left for ice-cream one night. He never returned.
When I was about five, I had an imaginary friend named Tina. I used to try to call her on our old black wall phone all the time. I would ask my Mom, while Tina was on the phone, if she could spend the night...forever. One weekend, we went to visit my Uncle in Orlando. As we were getting in the car, I started screaming that my Dad had shut her in the car door. I don't remember her being around after that.
When i was in first grade i had an imaginary friend and once in class our teacher was showing us stuff on the overhead, and the light coming from it made a shadow from her glasses that made it look like she had "evil eyebrows" (what your eyebrows look like when youre mad). Well my imaginary friend was making jokes about it so i was laughing and telling her to stop. i bet it looked pretty weird for a first grader to be sitting there and laughing to herself....
My friend had an imaginary friend named Rosie who looked exactly like her other than having brown hair and no freckles. Rosie lived in the shower until one day her sister took a shower and Rosie drowned. How sad.
As a child I had an imaginary friend by the name of Mr. Booble. I always thought it was strange that he was an adult, rather than another child for me to play with. But there he was. We would play cards together, create art projects, build tents, and talk. He would tell me about his world (Booble-Land) and I would tell him about mine. The best part was that I was never bad or wrong where Mr. Booble was concerned. My ideas were always inspired. My plans always delightful. I was an innocent and special to him. And I believe I was loved. Ahhh...if only to have a friend like that as an adult.
When i was 6 i had an imaginary friend... it was a purple dinosur called Sally that fit in my palm and lived in my ear. My friend had a matching pink one.
I used to believe that story book characters would really come to life once the book was shut. I would open the books really fast hoping that I would suprise them and catch them in the midst of their daily activities.
When i was little and i had just moved house, because i was an only child then i had an imaganary friend who wore a purple outfit with a purple cloak and i had this tiny keyboard whcih played songs and i used to hid behind boxes with me *friend* and listen to the sad songs and cry, but she would cheer me up!
My best friend and I both kept a list of the names of all our imaginary friends, and sometimes save seats for them at lunch.
When I was about 2 and my sister was 6 we had these two "friends", mine was called Baby Chicku, and my sisters was called Big Sister Chicku. They were, in fact...our hands (my first and second fingers were the legs and the same goes for my sisters). Baby Chicku and Big Sister Chicku lived in the fridge, therefore we would spend HOURS playing at the open fridge, making our fingers leap all over the place. When they would go on "holiday" we would play with them around the house or out anywhere.....ahh imagination
top belief!
I used to believe that everything in my room was alive. I thought they'd come to life once I left the room. I couldn't figure out why I could never catch them while they were moving, even if I snuck up to my room. How could they know I was coming? Then it hit me. The carpets must have told them I was coming. I tried to wager with the carpets. "Just let me see if they're moving and I'll vacume you...please?" And when that didn't work, I just barged into my room and yelled at everything. "I know you're alive, so you might as well not hide it anymore. C'mon, I won't tell anyone! I promise!"
I remember watching Captain Planet...He's this superhero who has 5 human friends with powers of things like water and fire and wind and junk...they all would get together with their rings, and I had a cheap junky ring that I thought made me like those superhero's friends. So whenever I wore the plastic ring, I believed I could see and talk to Captain Planet...Like he'd be hovering three feet above my head...I'd even get mad at him and yell...My mom thought I was insane. Apparently an over-active imagination wasn't an explanation.
Okay, this is a crazy one! When I was little, I had MANY MANY MANY imaginary friends. So many, that I didn't even know them all. I had a place inside my brain called 'Imaginary Land' and when I closed my eyes I could see it. There was a short skinny man dressed like a doctor with glasses, who was balding. He was called 'Professor'. He stood oustide Imaginary land and held my key to the gates for me when I came and went. With my eyes closed, I saw myself talking to Professor, taking my key and opening the half-gold, half-silver gates to my land of imaginary friends. Then I would pick 1 or 2 or 3 of my friends and take them out, open my eyes and they would be in the real world with me. To name the only ones I ever played with: A monkey that jumped all over everything (I sat in school and glanced all over the room watching him do silly things that no one else could see, like sitting on peoples' heads), a tiny baby panda bear, 2 GIANT german shepherd with giant puppies (The mom was Midnight, the dad was Demon), A cool roller-skating girl (when I was in the car she would be outside of the window following us and keeping up, and she could skate up trees and along power lines!), my imaginary boyfriend with an australian accent names Killer (???), and an Eagle that could fly anywhere and bring me back anything.
Oh...boy.
Ever since I got into Pokemon, I've been "bringing" an imaginary Pikachu to class. I kept whispering to it and stuff and asking if it was hungry. Weeks after that, I forgot about about my imaginary Pikachu.
i communicated with my imaginary friend, a jewel encrusted pegasus by pressing a beauty mark on my wrist, then talking into it. my pegasus always arrived when i called and transformed into any shape, person, or thing that i wanted. if only i could now...
I had two imaginary friends - Saucy and Basket - we did everthing together when i was little. Saucy was a girl my age, about 3 or 4, and Basket was a ghost who carried around a picknick basket. I used to sit on the stairs and prentended it was my car, we would go everywhere together!
When I was like 3 or 4, I use to always be at my grandma's house. Everytime I used the bathroom, I spoke to the wall because I thought "the littles" lived there. fun times
top belief!
I only had one imaginary friend. He was a boy, and his name was Jane. No matter how hard anyone ever tried to convince me that Jane was a girl's name, I would not be swayed. Jane was a boy. Jane and I didn't get along too well. I would get really upset when sitting in the back of the car and when asked what's wrong simply retort, "Jane's saying bad words!" He was, however, my sole companion and dearest friend whenever my sisters would kick me out of their room...
I don't know whatever happened to Jane. I have a feeling he left because I got too mad at him.
I still miss him. ;)
When I was a wee lil' chicken, my sister told me that there was a little old lady inside of me, and she would say something and it would come out of my mouth as if i were saying it. Also when she farted, it would come out as if i had farted, and i was so mortified at this old lady living inside of me that i tried pooping her out.
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