Anyway, back to my Alley Sheedy, Breakfast Club, kind of childhood. I wore a blue coat with fur around the collar every single day, all day long, even in the summer. And I sucked my thumb all day. So no, I did not feel worthy of an imaginary friend of my own. But don't feel bad for me, my sister let me play with hers. (Wasn't that sweet of her.) Her name was Penelope and I loved her so. Who doesn't like playing with their older sister's friends? I recall running around the round table playing chase, climbing trees, having tons of conversations outside. Oh, the fun we would have when I got to borrow her, but Penelope could never come to my room. No, she was Tracie's friend, not mine, I could only spend time with her when it was OK with my sister. But I didn't mind, any time with her was good for me. I loved that girl.
But one day, out of the blue, BOOM! all of the sudden Penelope was gone. My sister broke the news to me and I was devastated, Penelope moved away to live with her uncle. I never knew why and was hurt that she didn't even say goodbye. I still miss that girl.
After that I had to start wearing underwear, take off my coat and stop sucking my thumb. How else was I to get real or imaginary friends? And now look at me,