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April 22, 2005

no suprise

This study does not surprise me. I never had a true "imaginary friend" when I was a child, but I had a rich imagination, so I played with Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett, Tarzan of the Apes and a host of others that I invented for my games.

I knew that it was all fantasy, but that fact didn't make it any less fun to do. I died at the Alamo many times. I learned to sleep in a tree the way my friend Tarzan did. I turned an empty refrigerator box into a space ship and flew it to Mars, where I did battle with hostile aliens.

I also played a lot of football by myself. I'd form a huddle, call the play for my imaginary teammates, then run it against my imaginary opponents. I sometimes did that for hours. Strangely enough, my imaginary team always won.

I never read a good book that I didn't act out in some way. I wanted to LIVE those stories, and I did in my imagination. I was seldom bored as a child.

I am happy to know that kids still do that kind of thing today.

Comments

Acidman, you think kids read anymore? I'll bet one in twenty hasn't read a book in the last year, not counting the ebonics version I might be the most untrusting fucker in the USA, sorry to the good kids, I trust no one.
Ain't it sad?

Posted by: murry on April 23, 2005 03:21 AM

Kids don't have to use their imagination anymore. The endless supply of electronic gadgets keep them entertained. Sad, really that so many will never experience the sheer joy you describe.

Posted by: Indigo on April 23, 2005 08:05 AM

I did the same. I was voracious reader as a kid and still read a lot. To be honest I still sometimes like to daydream (no walter mitty though). I guess I'll never act my age!

Posted by: hoosierboy on April 23, 2005 08:30 AM

One of my favorite songs, and one I used to play a lot for my children, was Puff the Magic Dragon, which is about a little boy's imaginary friend. I still love that song.

(If I tried singing it to my children, my daughter would yell: "No Daddy. The pretty lady sing!")

Posted by: joel on April 23, 2005 06:57 PM

My godchild as not one, but two imaginary friends: Thomas and Percy. (And she's a girl!) Needless to say, I ran right out and bought this book: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0517187868/qid=1114368061/sr=8-9/ref=pd_ka_2/002-1235227-7270448?v=glance&s=books&n=507846. At 3 or 4 it's not whether or not the child reads, but whether the parent takes the time to read to them. Needless to say, my sister-in-law rocks.

Posted by: Omnibus Driver on April 24, 2005 02:42 PM

I have a (flesh and blood) friend with as big an imagination as my own. Our adventures as kids were more along the lines of Conan-esque fantasy -- we spend many hours fighting an enemy who (conveniently enough) could turn themselves invisible at will! His magic wand was a stick with a funky knot on the end of it; my weapon of choice was that magic throwing star thing from the movie "Kull" (in reality also a stick...).

That was in the 80s. Twenty years on I don't imagine kids play that way quite as much, but I'm sure they're still out there.

Posted by: Strider on April 25, 2005 02:35 PM
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