I've just received a copy of Derbhile Dromey's novel 'The Pink Cage' by post this morning and I'm really looking forward to reading it. On the cover is a young girl, probably about 3 or 4 years old. She is walking along a wide expanse of what I think is concrete with line markings on it. To her left is her shadow, and being a soul with an expansive but often crazy imagination, I can see a whole imaginary and scary world within this shadow. The lines intrigued me too. I remembered being a kid and how when I walked to school, I made a point of never walking on a crack or line marking on either the footpath or the road. Sometimes this meant taking little steps, sometimes is meant stretching your legs so far apart they hurt. I had this thing about cracks, it was all about how they might trap me into another world if I fell through them.
Now you might be thinking this is leading nicely into the title of imaginary friends, except for the fact that even though I had plenty of imaginary worlds, I never did have an imaginary friend. This surprises me greatly. You would think me being me, that an imaginary friend would have been a must, but alas not in my case. However my children did have them, in fact my son had an entire imaginary football team which managed to keep him very busy!
So did you have an imaginary friend, or friends? Did you do daft things like me and stretch your legs way further than they should be stretched just to avoid an innocent crack?
I always love to hear your stories, so please do share them if you wish, and yes, I am still a bit cracked!
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