I just celebrated my 54th birthday the last day of January, which makes my childhood a half century ago, yet I still remember my imaginary friend that I had when I was 4 years old. Her name was Honey. This video reminded me of her. She was a good friend who would take the fall for me when I did things I knew I wasn’t supposed to do.
One very clear memory I have about my imaginary friend didn’t really involve her, though. I was watching Family Affair and the boy had an imaginary bear friend. In the end stepdad took the boy to a fake forest so that he could let his imaginary friend go.
All I could think about for days was how very stupid that was. Didn’t his dad know that imaginary friends are, well, imaginary? What kind of grown-up nonsense was that? Why did fake dad make him get rid of his fake friend? It made me so sad. I’d never get rid of Honey like that. Funny how strongly I remember how I felt 50 years ago and can’t remember what I had for dinner last Monday. Do you remember your imaginary friend?
As best I can remember, the only time I had an imaginary friend was when I was at the playground, and whoever I was playing with told me they had an imaginary friend. I would be like “Oh, me too!” And then I’d have an imaginary friend for a couple hours, and by the next morning I didn’t.
I never had an imaginary friend, but I had many imaginary conversations with celebs I’d have loved to meet. I knew full well that if I’d really met them, I’d have been tongue-tied and idiotic, but in my little world, I was a sparkling conversationalist!
I didn’t have an imaginary friend but my little sister’s Friend Lion was a very real part of the family for years. He once put cotton wool in the video recorder, in case you were doubting if he was real. And my mum once had to go out in the rain because Friend Lion had been left in the car by accident. He wasn’t just an annoyance though, he’d often go with my sister in the dark so she wouldn’t be frightened and helped her with loads of things. They were always chattering away, though strangely you’d mostly just hear my sister. Oh and they made up songs together. I reckon he was all right, despite the video recorder incident. He always wore a blue overall, I’m told.
She says at first she really did see him. Later she didn’t see him anymore but she liked having him around so she carried on pretending to herself. Quite interesting how that works.
Nope. No imaginary friends. No monsters under the bed. No personalities for stuffed toys or dolls - and the only ones with names came with them. I began writing fiction in first grade, though, so it wasn’t for lack of imagination.
I remember that I had an imaginary friend. I discussed him with Mom many times. She was very serious about it.
I don’t remember many details-I do remember discussions about the white man in the blue hat (or perhaps the other way round), but I don’t remember him as being my imaginary friend.
I had a fun childhood. I was so much younger than my siblings that I was essentially an only child. With someone I could look to for examples of what to do (and not to do). The siblings made all the mistakes so I never did. At least that is how I remember it. Good times!
My imaginary friend was named Mrs. Beasley. She sat in the back seat of the car with me and we played with my doll. As I got older, we got rid of the doll and had long conversations about what I was going to do when I grew up. We never decided, so luckily I never grew up.
I didn’t have imaginary friends, but some of my toys did have distinct ‘personalities’. However these were just the roles they were consistently assumed to have, but only when people bothered to play with them. They never (to my knowledge) moved or acted on those personalities without a human’s help.
No, but I pretended to my mother I did. I’d heard about other kids having them at my age and it seemed the thing to do. Preschool peer pressure! It’s real, people!
Wasn’t Mrs. Beasley the name of the little girl Buffy’s doll in the sitcom Family Affair?
I didn’t have an imaginary human friend, but I had an imaginary horse. Her name was Dixie and she ran alongside the car when we went anywhere and lived in the back yard.
