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
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!