when I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend named Megan. And she had a pretty elaborate backstory. She lived next door and had a brother named David. She often left her house to sleepover at my house because her parents were having some turmoil and she liked the security of our house better. David often wanted to join us for sleepovers and, sometimes, did. He had to sleep on the floor. But Megan and I slept on bunkbeds (note: in reality, I had a twin bed.)
Megan came out mostly at night or when I was playing in my room by myself. She didn’t make huge appearances at dinner or outside of the house. My parents say that there was some mention of her but she wasn’t a constant presence.
What I mostly remember about Megan was that she was responsible for a lot of activity with my toys and stuffed animals. I had actually designated many of my toys as her’s. To this day, there are some books at my parents house which have a jacket cover that reads:
This book belongs to ___________.
More often than not, Megan is the name filled in.
I am curious how many of you had imaginary friends when you were children? (Or as adults…I won’t judge 😉