"How do you spell it?" I asked A when she announced the name of her new imaginary friend. "t - r - e - e - n - e - n - e - e", she replied. Then, "she's invisible and she lives in a hole underground... you can't see her, but she's always watching things and she makes furniture out of mud". A combination perhaps of reading The Borrowers, going to pottery classes and our puppy Bethan digging large holes in the garden?
Treenenee is the latest in a succession of imaginary friends that A has described over the years. The first friend was her 'brother'. He was nameless but clearly identifiable as he had so many pet cats. A was very informative about his daily routines and games, and, most importantly, her brother didn't go to school I'm reliably informed that he's got a job now - as a dentist.
To me, the most amusing of the friends so far is Charlotte Milly. After numerous epic adventures in which Charlotte Milly managed to get away with the most outstanding tricks, A discovered that Charlotte Milly is not called Charlotte Milly after all. Her real name is Charlotte Molly!
Sunday, 14 June 2009
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I always wonder about this sort of stuff. I mean I envy people who had or have imaginary friends - neither me nor my kids nor anyone in my family, that I know of, has had any! With some people you can easily ascribe it to lack of imagination, but some of them I know have it in spades, yet still, no imaginary friends!
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