Imaginary friends

I have to say this out loud; I didn’t have an imaginary friend growing up. A strange confession, I know. I mean most people see a little bit of crazy in hanging out with a pet gorilla that lives under your bed. And to be honest, they’re probably onto something. The thing is, I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ve missed out on some creative right of passage. They say kids that invent their best friends are born artists and I’d have to agree with them. A mind that can conjure up characters to play with, really is over above the call of duty. And while I get that we all need to grow up, there’s a daydream of delight in the uninhibited creativity of kids. So, this is my imaginary friend journey. I guess it’s my way of joining in on something that I seem to have skipped. Here’s hoping you find a city big enough to fill with everything you dream up.






They sat in trees, like snow, and played hide-and-seek in the sky. Together they watched the world go by with bubble gum eyes and often discussed how yeti, being blue, was always hardest to find.