I didn't have invisible friends, but I had inanimate objects as friends, I'd talk to.
me too!!
jonah had a "ghost friend" named rudy that lived in the linen closet in one of our past parsonages. apparently, rudy was house specific and didn't move with us
jonah had a "ghost friend" named rudy that lived in the linen closet in one of our past parsonages. apparently, rudy was house specific and didn't move with us
One of them was this really old Buddha statue of my grandmother's that she had given to my mother, which was in our garden. So I used to sit in the garden and talk to him. Buddha knew all my secrets. lol
And I used to talk to all my furniture and other figurines as well. I think that's partly why I have such an affinity for antiques now -- they are like living creatures to me, with their own stories and histories. I'm a freak, I know.
and my mom used to get PISSED because i'd get so upset when it came time to get rid of an old chair or something. LOL!
I love this so much. Not because of imaginary fiends, but because my parents always called my younger brother, whose name is Jon, Jonboy Walton. To the point that he would introduce himself as Jonboy Walton Ourlastname, LOL.
No. I had an older sister who played teacher and told me I failed imaginary school, played doctor and told me I had an imaginary disease and was going to DIE, and a younger brother who made up lies to get me in trouble. Middle children ain't got time for that.
Post by ladystardust on Apr 8, 2016 19:14:14 GMT -5
DD has "the big man" that will be blames for random stuff. She claimed he was going to come take her sister. "He is going to take her out of your hands!"
No. I had an older sister who played teacher and told me I failed imaginary school, played doctor and told me I had an imaginary disease and was going to DIE, and a younger brother who made up lies to get me in trouble. Middle children ain't got time for that.
I kid you not, my bossy-ass older sister did the exact same shit to me as a kid. My younger siblings never tried to throw me under the bus, but as kids, they just had a lot of nonsense going on that I always wound up in the middle of, so...
I didn't have enough time or space in my life for an imaginary friend!
Post by textbookcase on Apr 9, 2016 0:12:54 GMT -5
Her name was Casey McKay and she was my long-lost twin sister. I wrote lengthy letters to her in my diary for wayyy longer than I should have had an imaginary friend.
Post by karmasabiotch on Apr 9, 2016 5:45:45 GMT -5
My imaginary friend was named Red Pop. I have no idea why that was her name.
Now I have imaginary pets because I'm trying to trigger my sons imagination because he doesn't really excel in that area. He doesn't approve because he keeps telling me that my pets left to go on vacation and aren't coming back. So, if you hapoen to see a family if giraffes wandering down yiur street please send them back my way.
Post by wildfloweragain on Apr 9, 2016 5:57:06 GMT -5
Yes, Harry the Monster from Sesame Street. He lived in the vacuum closet under the stairs. I called it Harry's House and would go in there and talk to him.
My sister & I shared Jenny Nickel. She dared my sister to step in the creek that we were forbidden from getting near. Her boots got stuck in the mud, & I had to run to get help- my mom caring for my newborn baby brother. Damn Jenny Nickel...
I had one named Jonathan that only came up when I was in trouble. I blamed everything on him and that was his only purpose.
There was Queak a blue puppet looking thing that lived under my cousin's bed so I had to go to her house to play with him. He was really my cousin's friend but she shared him with me.
And then there was an imaginary owl in the trunk of a tree at my grandfather's house. He was kind of mean and we had to give him locust skins and snacks and other cool bits of things we collected so he would protect us from the witch that lived in the shed.
Tamus- he was my imaginary lion. We had to go back to the store once because I left him there.
Also I used to think planes flying overhead were God talking to me. So I used to lay in my backyard & make "whooooooshhhh swhoooossshhhh" noises at the sky because I was talking back to God.
I forgot about the imaginary vampire that lived behind my Dad's chair. He was a reverse vampire & he only can't out during Saturday Morning cartoons. The only way to save yourself was to sing his theme song OVER & OVER again. Because shows can't start until their theme song is over.So I would just sit in my Dad's chair humming this song I made up, trying to enjoy the snorks but scared to death.
I had an imaginary enemy. Her name was Annie. It basically consisted of me yelling at her and blaming her for anything that went wrong. "You're so stupid, ANNIE!"