Since my last post I've been remembering a lot of things. Repressed things. Things that I can blog about -- and that is always good. One that popped in my head last night was that I had imaginary friends.
That is plural, folks.
Friends.
Most kids I know only have one friend. Not me! I had a whole group of 'em... they were my "Mans". Yes. It was a bunch of boys. Think of me as Gulliver in Gulliver's Travels but my Mans didn't tie me down or anything.
They just hung out with me. I can distinctly remember sitting in the bathtub and talking to them. I saw them as clear as day. Mom and Dad? Not so much. I think they worried about me turning into some sort of hooker.
I can remember thinking that the Mans are what made things work, too. Like a red light. I envisioned little ladders on the insides of the lights and the Mans were running up and down the ladders making the lights change.
They lived in the oven. When you turned the knob to turn on the heat, some sort of signal went to them to light the burner. They were everywhere!
When I ate something, I thought one of them was at the back of my mouth tasting what I was eating. They would send me a signal as to whether or not I liked it.
Strange, huh?
So.... did you have an imaginary friend? Or two? Or a dozen?
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5 months ago
9 comments:
I had one when I was really young, but he stayed at my grandma's house. I believe his name was Carney. Damn, I had totally forgotten about that. Your "friends" sound much more industrious.
I never had one - I think it's because I'm a twin and had a built-in playmate. Either that or my imagination sucked :-).
I don't remember having any imaginary friends, but I *do* remember thinking that tiny people lived inside the radio, and played all those songs that came out. My brother used to get in SO much trouble because he would take everything apart, thereby breaking it, and I always secretly wanted him to take apart our radio so he could free the little people in there.
I was a more "read a book and pretend you're THERE" person, rather than thinking up people to inhabit my own space. I was always wanting to inhabit OTHER spaces.
mmmmmmm 'MANS' no not strange, did any of them have white coats on? ha ha nope didn't have an imaginary friend, my mates little girl had on called torsatatter!
I remember “my mans” very well, and, no, we did not think you were weird or would become a hooker. We were please and enjoyed your comments about the little guys. We were told, at the time, that imaginary friends meant that you had a “creative imagination” and it has held true through out the years. You always came up with unique lies and kept us wondering. But it really works for you now in your profession.
Your “mans” let you down in the back of your mouth, though, when it came to hamburgers. Ketchup only is… yuck. When eating hamburgers, there should be so much stuff on the burger that it runs down your arms when you take a bit. Mayo, mustard, ketchup, onions, lettuce, and cheese are condiments for the Gods. Sometimes, mushrooms or barbeque sauce can be added.
Wonder who your “mans” are entertaining now?
I never had imaginary friends, I but my oldest brother did. Her name was Mrs. Eba and she had 7 (?) kids, all of whom were badly behaved. She spent alot of time with my brother as he was growing up, and then one day, she was just gone.
Oh, but she wasn't an imaginary friend, she was a ghost. True story.
KK had an imaginary friend named Lisa. She used to tell me that Lisa was her sister before she was born as KK. Spooky, huh? She even told us how she died....
This story is so cute! It had me cracking up!!!
Mans... LOL!!
I had 3. They were a family of elephants named The Penelopes. They lived in living room radiator during the summer and the fireplace during the winter.
I am unsure where they were when my mom built a fire.
That's brilliant!
I had a bunch too, namely a big brother named Bobby and a fly named Bert. Bert the Fly. I should write about Bert...
My girl had a whole gang of friends but when we moved, when she was three, all the friends stayed in the apartment!
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