Getting by with my Imagination
My imagination has always been my treasure and my best friend. From the time I was a timid shy little girl, my imagination held my hand. Yes I sure did have an imaginary friend. Her name was Suki. I guess that’s how you would spell it, that’s the way it sounds. See, this is the very first time I’ve ever thought about the spelling. When I was five years old spelling hadn’t entered my life yet. Anyway, Suki kept me company when no one else would. She played dolls with me and sometimes I even invited her to lunch. I don’t remember if she was ever given an imaginary voice, I just remember her being there and I think she loved me because she never hurt my feelings. She never yelled at me and she never hit me. She never ever made me cry. She made me feel safe when I wasn’t. She was stable and loving and there for me. Maybe that’s why I created her. I imagine it is.