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Memory Monday: My First Friend

I'm excited to be participating in Memory Monday at retired not tired. Each week a prompt is provided, and those who wish can write a post about their related memories and then link up and see what others shared! 
This week's prompt: My First Friend

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Amy and Anna (pronounced Aw-na).

My two best friends.

Amy had bright blond hair that was usually in a ponytail. Blue eyes. Smiley. Brave.

Anna had short thick dark hair that framed her face and followed her jaw line. Chocolate brown eyes, and much more serious. She was often the party-pooper, always spoiling the fun by reminding me of all the dangers that I was already plenty scared of.

They accompanied me on all my important adventures. No decisions were made without consulting them. We played. We argued. Well, mostly they argued.

I don't remember precisely when they became my friends, but I think I was four. And I don't remember exactly when they seemed to stop being my constant companions, but I think it was around six or seven.

They were so important to me. I loved them. My memories of them are looked back on with much fondness.

My family remembers them too, though probably not with the same detail.

They were, after all, invisible.

Now looking back, they seem to represent two sides of my own self. Maybe, even at that young age, they helped me get to know myself better. To find ways to harmonize parts of myself that often seemed to clash and confuse me. 

Imaginary, yes. But they were still great besties!

Next week's prompt: My Family

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  1. Our granddaughter has had many invisible friends and it has been difficult keeping track of their names and descriptions and finding them when we play hide and seek!! Our grandson also has a brother he talks about quite often. I'm sure your family thought you were adorable when you talked about your friends Amy and Anna.
    I enjoyed reading about your friends.

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    1. Yes, invisible friends are the best at hide and seek! A few members of my family thought my obsession with my imaginary friends was cute, a few others not so much, especially when I yelled at them for sitting on my friends. :) Thanks so much for sharing!

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  2. When there are 3 in the mix they usually are arguments. Thanks for joining my blog.

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    1. My pleasure! I think it's a wonderful way to capture and share our memories. Everyone has a story, and each one is unique. Thanks for stopping by!

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  3. For sure....."tell Amy and Anna to move over . We need a place to sit... " It brings many fond memories...even if we felt a little crowded we always had room for more.

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    1. :) You always found such diplomatic solutions all while still paying along with my little world. Love you.♡

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  4. I enjoyed reading about your special friends :)

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    1. Thank you! I'm so glad you were able to drop by.

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  5. HA - plot twist!! nicely done.
    I don't remember having any imaginary friends, but I am sure I must have had a few..??? I'll have to ask my mom about that one. I have such a big extended family, now that I think about it, my cousins were really my first friends in a way. and there are so many of them I probably didn't have room for any imaginary ones.

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    1. I'm glad you enjoyed the post. :) How great that you had a passel of real life cousins to play, fight and get into mischief with. Thanks for sharing!

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  6. Ahhhhh, Amy and Ana...for several years piling into the van and scrambling for space with those two, bathing with them, and sleeping with them...great fun. Thank goodness we didn't squish them too often or accidentally leave them behind much, lol! You were always very good and patient (and polite!) about helping us remember to include them. ;-)

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    1. You were so good and patient with me, I'm sure it made everyone a little crazy at times. :)

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