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Who Needs Imaginary Friends?

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I never really had an imaginary friend. That I know of. The truth is, I don’t think I ever felt the need to have an imaginary friend. When you grow up in a chaotic family with 3 siblings, who has time for made-up friends?

I was one of those lucky kids that made friends pretty easily. So, between real friends and siblings, I was pretty much covered. But, don’t you worry, my imagination was still in overdrive as a child. My sister, Lindsey was better than an imaginary friend. She and I grew up 19 months apart in age, and I think for my parents’ own sanity, we were pretty much treated as one child. With split personalities. My brother, who is five years older, and my other sister, Paige, who is 8 years younger were on the outskirts, but Lindsey and I were almost one entity. And between her way over-active imagination, and my willingness to go along with whatever she said, I was never on a shortage for things to do.

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We were totally tough. Can’t you tell?

We moved around a lot growing up, but finally settled into what I now look at as my childhood home when I was in the 5th grade. Behind the house, we had a little creek bed and were pretty much allowed to wander freely (at least so it seemed), and play for hours on end. In that creek bed, our imaginations went wild, but always went along with the same theme. We were usually playing out one of the three scenarios….

A. We were runaways trying to survive in the wild alone.

B. We were kidnapped and trying to survive in the wild alone.

C. We were lost and trying to survive in the wild alone.

It was rough back in that creek bed. We were always amazing of course, overcoming extreme odds, and surviving despite being followed, or abandoned, or running away. We were strong, and we were able to do anything in that little made-up world right behind the fence of our own backyard. Crawdad fishing was usually what we did for food, and if we were feeling really brave, we would walk the length of that creek bed behind all the houses on the street to a little creepy place at the end that looked like someone had built an alter to make sacrifices on. At least that’s what our over-active imaginations wanted to believe. It was probably way less threatening than that, but we wanted to believe that we were in constant danger. And survivors.

And honestly, I’m not sure I would have done any of it without Lindsey. She was the one that always had a plan, and knew how to execute it. Even though I am the older sister, I was the one that was usually scared and begging to stop whatever game was leading me to believe that I would indeed NOT survive the wild (right behind the backyard fence). But, we always did. We always made it. That’s because my sister had things under control.

And, the funny thing is, if we were ever REALLY stuck in the wild, she would probably survive and I would not. We’ve talked about those “I survived” shows, and I know she would be a fighter until the end. 100%. And, me? I usually turn to my husband while watching those shows and say, “Yeah, I would die right there.” And, it’s usually only about 5 minutes into whatever horrific scenario is playing out on the screen. But, if Lindsey and I were in a scenario like that together? I love her enough to give her permission to eat me when I die. And, since she’s a survivor, I’m sure she wouldn’t hesitate.

See, who needs imaginary friends, when you have a friend like that?

 


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  1. don says

    November 15, 2013 at 10:30 am

    You can’t beat a good creek bed to play in, can ya?

    Cool and G$ are about 25 months apart and I’m hoping they’ll grow up buds like you and your sister, but it’s not off to the best of starts. Lol.

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    • Meredith says

      November 15, 2013 at 10:34 am

      haha! Don’t get me wrong. We fought like crazy!!! I’m sure they’ll be best friends eventually. 🙂

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  2. Lindsey Williams says

    November 15, 2013 at 10:58 am

    We may have to make that 95%. If it came down to eating you, I’d be a goner. This post made me laugh and cry (but that was all just because of the picture).

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    • Meredith says

      November 15, 2013 at 11:04 am

      Really?? I thought for sure you could do it. Dad called me about this post and informed me that he never knew we played down there that much. WHAT? And, that he also killed 2 snakes back there.

      Reply
  3. Kelly says

    November 15, 2013 at 12:27 pm

    Love this!!!! My sister and I used to pretend all the time together…but we weren’t as badass as you two. We often played school or travel agency. But I do remember coming up with “worst case scenarios” …like what I would do if I was kidnapped and the guy put me in his trunk.

    Also, I would die right with you. I would make the crappiest survivalist ever.

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    • Meredith says

      November 15, 2013 at 12:29 pm

      What’s so funny, is that neither of us are really badass at all!! We used to just pretend like we were!! haha! Travel agency is one game that I can say we never played though. That’s hilarious!

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  4. Shannon says

    November 15, 2013 at 3:28 pm

    I never had an imaginary friend. But I hope that my kids all find as great a friend like you had!

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  5. The Waiting says

    November 15, 2013 at 5:34 pm

    OMG, I *always* played those orphaned waifs in the wilderness games when I was a kid too. What is the deal with that? What is the allure of having to eke out a paltry existence in the woods? I don’t even know.

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    • Meredith says

      November 15, 2013 at 6:19 pm

      Ha! I don’t know, but they sure were fun!

      Reply
  6. Kerry says

    November 17, 2013 at 5:29 am

    That picture seriously says 1000 words! haha, love it! Sounds like some fun memories..and that is some true sisterly love…permission to eat you, you’re a good sister 😉

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    • Meredith says

      November 17, 2013 at 9:06 am

      Yep. That’s true love right there. Although, if you notice her comment above, she said she probably couldn’t do it. 😉

      Reply
  7. Barbara Coleman says

    November 17, 2013 at 8:39 am

    I have an imaginary therapist in my head! I visit her during the wee hours of the night while I’m laying in the dark wide eyed and restless. I let my subconscious do the talking…sometimes I’m really surprised at what I hear

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    • Meredith says

      November 17, 2013 at 9:06 am

      Ha! That’s great. 🙂

      Reply
  8. Gretchen says

    November 19, 2013 at 6:54 pm

    This is awesome. How cool that you guys were pretending to be total bad asses instead of playing house! Me and my friends used to play in the creeks and catch craw dads too…. This took me right back to my childhood!

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    • Meredith says

      November 20, 2013 at 9:57 am

      So glad! And, you must have been totally cool (like me, obviously) 😉

      Reply

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