I sort of did. I pretended The Count from Sesame Street was always with me and I was the only one who could see him. I would lock the bathroom door (there were two doors, so I'd lock the entrance into my mom's room) and tell her she couldn't go in because The Count was doing a #2.
I did not, my brother did named Cucky. I don't remember much about him, but he got smooshed by stuff a lot.
My dad convinced my brother that we had a brother named Charlie that lived at grandma's except when we were there, and when we were at grandma's Charlie was with mom and dad. Oh the tears my brother shed got poor Charlie.
I didn't, but my brother did. His name was Boyd. On a road trip to see my grandparents, my parents were giving him a little bit of a hard time for not asking if Boyd could go along to grandma's. My brother rolled down the window, and threw Boyd out. And that was the end of Boyd.
Post by MrsPotatohead on Apr 8, 2016 14:57:08 GMT -5
Yup, Pobby. I don't have great memories of him, but he looked like a boy version of me. My mom said I would talk about what he did that day, which was basically everything I had done, lol
Remember the Flintstones vitamins jingle? "Ten million strong... and groooowing!"
Well, I thought they were saying "Ten million strong...and Joey." Like Joey was probably this wimp because he didn't take his Flintstone vitamins, and if Joey was a wimp he'd probably be happy to be my friend and would do whatever I wanted.
My mom taught gifted education at the collegiate level and always said that kids with sensory issues like being bothered by tags and seams are usually very gifted. I want to believe her, but I think it just made her feel better that she had to cut my tags until I was 13
Post by onomatopoeia on Apr 8, 2016 14:59:50 GMT -5
This thread is cracking me up.
My youngest brother had an imaginary friend he called Bob Dole. Everything revolved around Bob Dole. What Bob Dole wanted to eat, what Bob Dole wanted to wear that day. It cracked us all up and even now we'll ask each other what Bob Dole might think of this or that.
Post by lightbulbsun on Apr 8, 2016 15:07:08 GMT -5
Kind of. They were imaginary versions of my real friends. Once I screamed and started crying when my mom shut the car door, and she was freaking out thinking she shut it on me, but it was actually Imaginary Scott.
Yes, but with all my brothers and sisters and my very judgmental parents I kept them very secret. I remember helping them hide in closets and under beds when people came around.
I realized very quickly that they were in my head because I started sharing a room with sisters/brothers at a young age and just didn't have the space/freedom keep my imaginary friends "alive." Once I was 10/12 I moved them from my imagination to novels, short stories, poems...
Yeah. I used to pretend Tom and Jerry were my friends and we'd hang out together all the time. One time my grandma sat on Tom and I cried. She still loves to tell that story.
My sister did.. a little girl named Gabby. My niece did too. Hers was Sydney Lace. she went everywhere. Now that my niece is older I told her she had a pornstar for an imaginary friend LOL
Post by lyssbobiss, Command, B613 on Apr 8, 2016 15:24:31 GMT -5
No, but I had two imaginary brothers (I was an only child and desperately wanted some siblings). So one of them was just literally Goofy (as in, Disney's Goody). The other one didn't have a name but I used to tell people we made him live in Texas (we lived in Alabama) because "he was bad."
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
Yes. My sister and I had 2 sets of "twins". Good Johnny and Bad Johnny. And girls too, but I don't remember their names. Bad Johnny came around the most.
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