Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)
The little girl curled up in the corner of the sofa examined the cover of her book, looking at the title, the binding, the author’s name, the picture on the front. Enjoying the smell of the book, she carefully opened it just the way her dad had taught her, a few pages at a time from the front and then the back, until she reached the center. The pages were crisp, fresh, new, and exciting!
When she had opened the book, she closed it again and slowly, with great anticipation, opened the front cover, then the title page, until she finally got to the first page of the new adventure that waited for her. The lights from the Christmas tree gave the living room a warm, colorful glow. The Norman Luboff Choir sang from the record player, and wonderful smells drifted in from the kitchen. But Linda, although vaguley aware of these things, was completely absorbed in the people she was meeting.
Bert, Nan, Freddy and Flossy. New friends. Two sets of twins, two sets of personalities to learn and enjoy, It was Christmas for them, too, but they had lived long before Linda sat on the old grey sofa to read about their Christmas. She loved the illustrations showing their beautiful, long dresses and their high-button shoes. She loved the girls’ hair styles, one long and braided around the head, the other shorter and curly. She loved the drawing of the mother, beautiful and kind, wearing a dress she would love to wear herself someday. There was a dignified and handsome father, and an adorable puppy. It was the perfect family, and now they were part of her life.
Over the years, she got two more of those books, and she read them over and over.
Many years later, there would be another little girl who loved to read, just as Linda had loved it. When this new little girl needed a gift for Christmas, Linda found to her intense delight that there was a whole twelve-volume set of The Bobbsey Twins that she had never known about. She bought the entire set, and for some time, her little granddaughter got two new volumes for each birthday and each Christmas until she had all twelve.
It was wonderful to share all her old friends with her new friend.