I Am Interested In the Paranormal
When I was very young I had an Imaginary-friend. Realizing she was different I told my Mom She was my Guardian Angel. Mom became very interested in her.((mom was very religious and felt I was blessed to been given this gift. Mom would ask what it was we talked about. What games we played ... she wanted to know all about her.
Yet I didn't want to tell too much about her. Linda was mine. She came to me. We could talk and I would read to her from my library books, from School.
ONCE...just once, I saw her house. It was like watching an old western. A log cabin, Horses in a paddock, And a woman with a Long dress washing clothes in a scrub bucket.
Quickly Linda pulled me back and by shouting ...told me to open my eyes. She explained she had a gift. She was able to cross in time to come to me and be my friend. She made me promise to never go to that other place. And I did. Till one day She left, because she didn't like my 'pretend games anymore. And I have tried to write her story. Yes, I miss my Imaginary Friend.
I want to have you tell me your story of an invisible/imaginary friend that you had, who helped you survive your childhood. I know I will never forget this girl. Was she an angel? Or simply someone I made up? I do believe She was REAL. Enough to trust me for a small sketch of time.
Yet I didn't want to tell too much about her. Linda was mine. She came to me. We could talk and I would read to her from my library books, from School.
ONCE...just once, I saw her house. It was like watching an old western. A log cabin, Horses in a paddock, And a woman with a Long dress washing clothes in a scrub bucket.
Quickly Linda pulled me back and by shouting ...told me to open my eyes. She explained she had a gift. She was able to cross in time to come to me and be my friend. She made me promise to never go to that other place. And I did. Till one day She left, because she didn't like my 'pretend games anymore. And I have tried to write her story. Yes, I miss my Imaginary Friend.
I want to have you tell me your story of an invisible/imaginary friend that you had, who helped you survive your childhood. I know I will never forget this girl. Was she an angel? Or simply someone I made up? I do believe She was REAL. Enough to trust me for a small sketch of time.
