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I didn't but then I had brothers (i don't know if that matters)
Maybe its like the matrix?
is there still a part of you that wants to live?
But I can imagine how certain types of children have them... My brother used to carry around a little mcdonalds toy that he talked to and he is dead arty
sound ludicrous but true.
oojimaflop, you can leave your usual sarky comment under this. Perhaps something like "that's because you're better than someone else" or a plain "wrong" / "idiot" might suffice.
were you an only child?
I was a bit bored but never went to the realms of imagination. Sega Master System did me alright.
and my Amiga 500.
Spent most of my childhood on one. That and playing football in my mate's garden.
That was about it, completely.
i didn't think he talked to me or anything - but i did think he had thoughts and feelings on some level.
One day we'll show them all...
I had a very active imagination and constructed lengthy and complex story lines for my many, many action figures, but I never once thought they were real, or decided to be accompanied by some invisible pal.
thats awful :(
it must be so traumatic
couldn't get past the first paragraph.
There is something fascinating about the process her brain must be going through. Where would a name like 400 for a cat come from? It's like something out of a Pynchon novel.
but utterly fascinating. as horrible as it must be, that little girl's world is vastly more vivid than that of a regular person.
I can't imagine what fresh hell her brain would create if exposed to the darker side of the world. :(
but now, no.
and I would go and vist them on the bus (swing set)
where it makes sense but also kind of doesnt.
for my tree family.
but I think they were with real people who just happened not to be there at the time. It was mostly me talking at them and only occasionally wondering how they might respond. Tbh I think I still do this without realising.
I find it very odd that there are people who don't.
An imagined conversation between an idealised version of myself and various other people.
used to live under my bed and they were always on the verge of grabbing my ankle when I got up if I didn't move really quick.
Does that count?
I once hid under my duvet for the entire sweltering hot summer night because I thought they were circling my bed waiting to eat me. I was terrified.
made going to sleep quite difficult
I must have read that book 20 times.
Also, I don't think it helped I used to sneak read my Dad's crime case books.
lived under your bed?
that witches were going to climb in through my window and eat me
Kenneth. Proper lad. My grandma used to make him a (small dinner) at the table, then my grandad would distract me while my grandma ate it/chucked it in the bin. When I went to my mums for dinner one day she told me he'd died and I couldn't imagine him again. The bitch.