The Imaginary Replacement

  Being the oldest out of three girls has truly changed my opinion to why having an imaginary friends should be weird. When I was at the age of six I can truly recall my Little sister, she was at the age of four at the time, playing by her self as she sat calmly talking to mid air.I always felt the need to pass by her and say something mean or judge her for doing such a thing like that.

  I always had my mom around, from pre-k to elementary. She was always at my school field trips, there was not one trip she would be absent from. My mom was my best friend, therefor I really never felt the need to come up with an imaginary friend. All the attention I needed and wanted was always given to me by her. Although after a while the attention was not so much given to me anymore due to the fact that she went back to college to fulfill her dream of being a nurse. I was impatient and selfish of letting my best friend go, because I was so attached to my mom I felt the need to create a friend of my own. My friends' name was Liz; even though she was pretend, Liz kept me distracted for a while and kept my mind off of the betrayal that I felt on the inside.

  Even though I had my younger sister Meg to keep me company, she was to busy having her certain kind of fun with her imaginary friends, and yes friends, there was more than just one. I on the other hand was being entertained playing Tea Party and dollies. Dollies has always been a girly way of describing, playing barbies. Trying to have an imagination was very tough for me although I tried my best to try and get it in my head that Liz was my new best friend. As we played tea party, I sat at the end of a small coffee table my mom use to have in the middle of the living room and my imaginary friend would sit on the opposite end. I can literally recall telling Liz, "ok do not forget, pinky up!" and there we would both sit drinking our teas together. Playing dollies was a little different, when playing on your own it is still necessary to be the voice of your doll. But because Liz was fake she was not realistic I had to be her dolls voice as well, that was not fun at all.

  After a while of attempting to replace my mom with my imagination, I decided to go back to reality and recall all the good memories I spent and created with my mom. My child hood was very great I was a happy little girl with my mom always by my side that I necessarily did not need an imaginary figure to fulfill her spot. On the other hand my little sister was pretty much explanatory to why it is she created her friends. By the time my little sister was able to talk and walk my mom had already gone back to school so she did not have any one to keep her company nor did she have the full experience of my mom being in her child hood as much.

  Everyone has their own way of dealing situations differently, my solution was to create Liz. As a child we do not understand or fully know how to handle situations to losing your mom or a best friend, therefor I handled it in this kind of way. It was an awkward moment in my child hood to go through this phase but yet a memorable party of my life.