They lived in the grocery store in the refrigerator behind the yogurt section. Doesn't have quite the same ring to it as "a boy who lived in a cupboard under the stairs" or "an old house in Paris that was covered in vines," does it? (Name those books.) Again...I don't know...I was a weird child.
I have memories of going grocery shopping with my Mom and saying hello to them as we passed the refrigerated dairy. I don't really remember what they looked like except that they had brown hair and wore pink and purple - go figure.
I also don't remember when their presence in my life disappeared. Perhaps my parents remember - but it's as if they suddenly evaporated into thin air never to be heard from again. I know that children having imaginary friends is a normal thing, but why they appeared in my imagination and then why my imagination no longer needed them, I don't know.
Maybe even kids need an escape from reality sometimes.
In fact, maybe the imaginary friends never really went away but simply morphed into something else. Something called day dreams. Something called your "real-cation" - vacation from reality.
The other day I was talking to one of my very dear friends, Amy, who lives in the hustle and bustle of New York City and I said something along the lines of, "I want to move to the country and open up an antique store and listen to bluegrass all day while sipping on lemonade in the summer and hot cider in the winter." As I said this, I was really and truly envisioning that this, perhaps, was the life for me.
Without missing a beat, she replied, "You'd get bored." And she was right. Totally right - but I still LOVE the thought of it all. It is 1 of about 8,000 "happy places" that I like to go when I need a little escape. It's the 27-year-old version of Orla and Gorla. Perhaps now my little world of make-believe cannot be found behind the yogurt section at the grocery store, but it is still there, and that is the important thing. I am a BIG advocate of a delicious daydream - no matter how old you are.
Where do you like to "go" when you need to?
p.s. - I asked Amy what her happy place is. She said, "Probably on my couch when it is rainy outside with really good food and a movie." Her answer is just one reason of about a million why I am lucky to have Amy in my life - anyone who appreciates rain, good movies and good food is fo' shizzle in my books.
Unless you drive slow in the fast lane - then we might need to talk.