Imaginary Friend

Imaginary Friend

I first met my imaginary friend during a family holiday. I can’t remember where we were staying exactly but it was some where in the British country side. As we walked through the fields one day (after what had felt like an incredibly long train journey) I saw my imaginary friend for the first time sitting on a stone wall. He was enjoying the view but still looked a little board, as if he wanted someone to play with. When he saw us he happily waved hello and we started to chat. He walked along the wall with his hands in his pockets to follow us but after a while his feet started to get tired so I let him sit on my shoulder. When my parents asked me who I was talking to (I can’t remember if they looked worried or not) I happily introduced them to my new friend. He was a small white mouse with a long tail and he was very friendly. Unlike other mice he wore clothes and could talk as well.

He came home with us that day and we went every where together. He even came to school with me and wore a matching school uniform. He would sit on my desk and secretly helped me with my school work. Luckily we never got caught or we would have both been in trouble. I can’t remember the day he faded away but I can still remember exactly what he looks like. My mum had made an image of him one day after I described him to her.

At this point you might be thinking there is something about this that sounds slightly familiar. If so you might have seen the movie Stuart Little which was release in 1999 and revolved around the adventures of a small talking white mouse who is adopted by a family of humans.

When I first heard about the movie I thought it was a very strange coincidence. Especially since my name is Stuart as well. Part of me (maybe naively) wondered if I had met the writer of the original story when I was a child and told him about my mousey imaginary friend. I know it might sound silly but it just seemed like too much of a fluke. However, I later found out that the writer E B White first came up with the character of Stuart Little in the1920’s after a dream and later published a book of his adventures in 1945.

Since I was born in 1978 I’m a few years to late to claim my imaginary friend as an original idea which makes me feel a little sad in some ways, I thought he was mine alone. Maybe I was read E B White’s stories as a child and remembered enough to for an imaginary friend based on them or maybe it was just a strange coincidence.

However, the child in me wonders if I might have met the real Stuart Little while he was between his book and movie career. I hope he still remembers me and the fun we used to have together now that he is in Hollywood.

6 responses to “Imaginary Friend”

  1. marycub says:

    Maybe just maybe, he was EB White’s imaginary friend first.

  2. Keith says:

    Interesting little story. I wonder if he is/was the same little friend I met during the war. It was 1942, when I was 6 years old. I used to sit in the air-raid shelter while bombs and other nasty things rained down on us. One night I was absolutely terrified and crying with fear when a little voice asked me if he could join me in the bunk. It was a little mouse with a tiny suit on who spoke very good English. He reassured me that everything would be OK and calmed me down. We became very good friends and he was with me until I was about 10 years old, then one day he said he had some other business to see to and, and then he disappeared, and although I searched high and low, I never saw him again. The strange thing was that only I could see and hear him. My parents thought I was silly, talking to thin air! Looking back now, I SWEAR that he was very real, but that couldn’t possibly be….could it?

  3. matt says:

    did you have one of those imaginary glass balls for him to run around in?

  4. Bonestorm says:

    I hate to break this to you, but I’m imaginary. If you are reading this now, you have issues and as your imaginary friend I suggest seeking help.

  5. Invader Stu says:

    Marycub – He could be going from child to child

    Keith – I read that children can form imaginary friends for social interaction or to help them deal with stressful situations. But maybe there is simply a little mouse going around the world helping children.

    Matt – No but he did eat imaginary cheese

    Bonestorm – Are you a mouse?

  6. Tenakalaz says:

    that explains why I keep seeing you talking to that pile of sawdust…..

    claiming you were “talking to yourself”

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