When I was younger, I was popular amongst my friends, imaginary that is. There was Angel, many different characters on an abandoned island, and of course my pop band members. Most of my friends didn't have names per se. They were mainly individuals who listened to me when I was feeling down, or happy for me when I achieved a particular goal. I even had an imaginary boyfriend at the age of 8. Young yes, but don't judge me.
Let's talk about Angel. How can I describe her? She was everything that I wanted to be- extroverted with multiple talents and able to charm Hades from his underworld dungeon. I, on the other hand, am introverted, with some talents and not charismatic at all. Angel was a redhead with green eyes and even tempered. I am naturally a brunette with hazel eyes and at times the hotblooded Latina comes out. Angel was someone who was open and care-free. She was the life of the party, not a wall-flower like me.
As a pre-teen, I sometimes, I missed having an imaginary friend but like all good things, Angel came to an end. I was singing in the shower, Angel was part of my band, and I looked up at the water. It was like an epitome. I realized that I was too old to have an imaginary friend. None of my childhood friends had them, or at least did not admit to it. That was the last song that Angel played backup singer for me. It was a sad but liberating moment. If I wanted Angel's characteristics then I had to change.
This is a bloghop with the theme of Imaginary Friends hosted by Annalisa Crawford. Below are some of the other blogs participating in the bloghop. :D
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