Annalisa Crawford and Kyra Lennon want me to delve into my creative origin and reveal a tail about MY IMAGINARY FRIEND. (cue the scary dreamlike music)
Because for me, my imaginary friend was more of a frienemy. She flipped the script on me more times than I like to remember. She was the one who spun the positives into the practical and I blame her for my now over cautious senses.
Let me give you an example:
When I was 7 years olds (is that to old to have an imaginary friend), I was all excited to go skiing with my parents on the big slope. No more kiddie hill for me. I was going to ski with the grown ups.
I laid out my ski clothes. I checked on my boots and skis. I had my long johns laid out and I was prepared. I got in bed and laid my little head down. As soon as closed my eyes, Sam whispered in my ear.
“Hey Sydney, your gonna fall.”
“Shut up, Sam.” I said.
“Your gonna fall.” she sang.
I closed my eyes tight, trying to block her out, but she just got louder.
“Your gonna fall.”
“Shut up!” I yelled back.
“Go to sleep, Sydney.” my dad yelled from the other room, which shut Sam up for the night. Every time my dad came around, Sam disappeared.
I closed my eyes again and drifted off to sleep with visions of ski wipeouts dancing in my head.
The next morning, I got dress and headed out to the slopes. Standing at the top of the hill, I couldn’t move. I kept hearing in my head, “Your gonna fall, you gonna fall, your gonna fall.”
And, you know what, I fell. All the way down the mountain.
I hated it when Sam was right.
Tell me about your imaginary friend?
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle 
I never had an imaginary friend, but I liked your tale, though. 🙂
Thanks Mark.
I bet she pushed you, just to make her premonition come true! Thanks for taking part 🙂
I have always suspected as much.
You didn’t need that kind of negative reinforcement!
I know. That was just one story.
Pesky Sam! She sounds similar to the inner critic that whispers in our ear as writers.
Sam was quite mean. Her kind doesn’t help much sometimes. 🙂
I know. He wasn’t a good friend.
I bet you were glad when Sam went away lol!
Thanks for being part of the bloghop!
Who said he went away. HAHA. I might be the oldest living person with an imaginary.
Oh boy, it’s cruel when the person who’s supposed to be the most understanding and supportive turns, well, realistic. Great post.
Your friend had quite a bit of power over you. Frenemy indeed. http://www.mpaxauthor.com
Sam was a rotten friend! It’s bad enough having the voice of self-doubt much less have her follow you around and pretend to be real!
I hope you landed on Sam!
HAHA!