Imaginary Friend Bloghop

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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? 

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