When I was little I had a best friend. His name was Timothy and he was the same age as me. He looked quite like me, and even had similar dungarees, except his were brown and mine were blue.
During the day we were inseparable. We played games together and got up to all kinds of mischief. He used to get me to write my name on the wall. I got in big trouble with my mummy and daddy for doing that. Timothy never got into trouble, which I thought was incredibly unfair. It was only because we didn’t know how to spell his name that we only ever wrote mine. Somehow, that argument escaped my parents and I got told off, not him.
Of course, it worked in Timothy’s favour that nobody could actually see him. Apart from me obviously. He got away with everything, just because of his invisibility. So. Not. Fair.
I don’t remember the last time I saw Timothy – we were probably about four or five. He just stopped coming to play. I wasn’t sad, but occasionally I missed him. Like when I finally learned to spell his name when my parents gave it to my baby brother as a middle name.
He would have been impressed, but I bet I would still have got the blame for writing it on the wall though. Tsk.
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This was written as part of the writing workshop. I chose prompt 4. Recount the story of an unlikely friendship. Did it survive against the odds?
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Posted on October 7, 2010 at 11:01 am by spudballoo
Oh this is lovely! My elder boy (5) used to have 'friends in the sky' but it was a short lived thing. Lovely writing. x
Posted on October 7, 2010 at 2:12 pm by tiddlyompompom
thanks
I remember him so well – he was definitely real when I was 3 
Posted on October 7, 2010 at 2:49 pm by gaelikaa
Lots of kids have imaginary friends. I didn't, sad for me…
Posted on October 7, 2010 at 6:30 pm by tiddlyompompom
maybe you could have one now?
Posted on October 7, 2010 at 8:51 pm by Anonymous
Fantastic! I love this post, it's made me smile. Thanks xx
Posted on October 7, 2010 at 10:12 pm by Kerry
This really made me smile and brought some great memories back for me, I had Gizmo, that Mum had to serve up dinner for and everything he went everywhere with me. Then just one day stopped coming round don't know why but it was fun while it lasted!
Posted on October 8, 2010 at 9:42 am by tiddlyompompom
Posted on October 8, 2010 at 9:43 am by tiddlyompompom
it's sad they have to go really. apparently it's not so socially acceptable for grown ups to have to have imaginary friends though…
Posted on October 8, 2010 at 11:53 am by Baskinsisbest
oh that's really nice! and it made me smile too…and I like the name timothy…that's my husbands name!
happy blogtoberfest!
Posted on October 8, 2010 at 12:47 pm by tiddlyompompom
thanks
my brother was given it as an extra middle name in honour of my timothy 
Posted on October 9, 2010 at 7:42 pm by Laura 'Latch�
I love this, it's so sweet!
Posted on October 10, 2010 at 7:49 am by mediocremum
We used to have a friendly ghost named George who got blamed for all sorts!
Posted on October 11, 2010 at 7:05 pm by tiddlyompompom
I like that idea. I might "discover" a friendly ghost to blame the disappearing biscuits on…
Posted on October 11, 2010 at 7:05 pm by tiddlyompompom
thank you
Posted on October 17, 2010 at 11:33 pm by liveotherwise
That's a great story. I had an imaginary friend too, apparently he was called Peter and lived on the roof
Posted on October 18, 2010 at 5:00 am by tiddlyompompom
what a cool place to live. he must have got to see santa and everything
Posted on December 10, 2010 at 8:48 am by i’m old enough to know better » tiddlyompompom
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