Imaginary friends!
Is it just me or does everyone have great memories of an imaginary friend?
There’s a story in the Sunshine Coast Daily today about a bloke arrested on the Bruce Highway at the weekend after a car accident - www.thedaily.com.au/news/2008/jan/20/imaginary-friend-blamed-crash/
Despite being well over the blood alcohol limit, the arrested man assured police there was no cause for alarm, because he wasn't actually driving the car when it crashed! Apparently it was a mate he picked up at the casino in Brisbane. He didn’t know the man’s name or where he lived, and the alleged driver was nowhere to be seen at the time…..but the arrested fellow was adamant…it was a mate driving – not him!
I had an imaginary friend. His name was Little Monkey and he was 7 years old – I was 4 at the time, so seven seemed to me a very cool age, something I could only aspire to!
Apparently I used to drive my family mad with Little Monkey. No one could tell me anything, because Little Monkey had already told me.
Mum says when my older brother and sister were at school and I wasn’t, every afternoon they’d get in the car and try to tell mum what they’d learned. I’d be in the front seat saying, “Yeah…yep…knew that…uh huh….Little Monkey already told me that."
If Brigid and Lenox (that's my older sister and brother) could have found Little Monkey – I’m pretty sure they would have killed him…
My son Gabe had an imaginary friend too, with a much better life than him! The imaginary friend was an elephant called Dinghy whose dad was a policeman and his mum worked in a wire shop…a wire shop (by the way) is somewhere you can take absolutely anything that needs fixing and Dinghy’s mum could fix it. She was a very handy woman, much more useful than Gabe’s mum!!!!
Anyway, provided they’re not crashing your car, imaginary friends are pretty useful.
Experts say by age 7, nearly two-thirds of children had had at least one imaginary friend. Some kids have heaps more than that. They are good for company, creativity or helping kids through a difficult period, like starting kindergarten or pre school (and annoying the crap out of older siblings…obviously)
There’s a story in the Sunshine Coast Daily today about a bloke arrested on the Bruce Highway at the weekend after a car accident - www.thedaily.com.au/news/2008/jan/20/imaginary-friend-blamed-crash/
Despite being well over the blood alcohol limit, the arrested man assured police there was no cause for alarm, because he wasn't actually driving the car when it crashed! Apparently it was a mate he picked up at the casino in Brisbane. He didn’t know the man’s name or where he lived, and the alleged driver was nowhere to be seen at the time…..but the arrested fellow was adamant…it was a mate driving – not him!
I had an imaginary friend. His name was Little Monkey and he was 7 years old – I was 4 at the time, so seven seemed to me a very cool age, something I could only aspire to!
Apparently I used to drive my family mad with Little Monkey. No one could tell me anything, because Little Monkey had already told me.
Mum says when my older brother and sister were at school and I wasn’t, every afternoon they’d get in the car and try to tell mum what they’d learned. I’d be in the front seat saying, “Yeah…yep…knew that…uh huh….Little Monkey already told me that."
If Brigid and Lenox (that's my older sister and brother) could have found Little Monkey – I’m pretty sure they would have killed him…
My son Gabe had an imaginary friend too, with a much better life than him! The imaginary friend was an elephant called Dinghy whose dad was a policeman and his mum worked in a wire shop…a wire shop (by the way) is somewhere you can take absolutely anything that needs fixing and Dinghy’s mum could fix it. She was a very handy woman, much more useful than Gabe’s mum!!!!
Anyway, provided they’re not crashing your car, imaginary friends are pretty useful.
Experts say by age 7, nearly two-thirds of children had had at least one imaginary friend. Some kids have heaps more than that. They are good for company, creativity or helping kids through a difficult period, like starting kindergarten or pre school (and annoying the crap out of older siblings…obviously)
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