They say that children that have imaginary friends are more creative than those who don’t.  I’d like to think that is true since my imaginary friend was quite prominent in my house growing up.  My friend was always there for me when my big sister didn’t want to play.  My friend was there for me when it was bedtime and I couldn’t sleep.  My friend was there for me when I was in trouble and needed someone to sit in time out with me.  My friend’s name was Kosodee.

Yes, I spelled it right; Kosodee.  I’m not quite sure what she looked like, just that she was in fact a girl.  I imagined her to be my age and most likely to look similar to me; sandy brown hair and blue eyes.  She was always so much fun and never ever made fun of me.  She never asked for anything from me, just my attention and love.  I remember her smile.  It lit up the room and was the biggest smile I’d ever seen.  She wore the same floral dress everyday, but it didn’t seem to bother me.  Kosodee was very important to me during that time, she was my best friend.  

Today I have two daughters and I often find them playing with someone I can’t see.  But their imaginary friends are usually familiar names like SpongeBob Squarepants, Jimmy Neutron and Barbie.  My oldest is my creative one.  She can usually be found talking to Barry and Horsey, but they are her stuffed animals, she can see them and so can I.

I don’t remember the exact day that Kosodee left me.  But she did indeed leave.  My family was happy about her absence as they were tired of me telling them they couldn’t sit down in a particular chair because Kosodee was sitting there.  Whenever we think back on those Kosodee days my family has a good chuckle.  I look back on those days with a smile.  I wonder what Kosodee is doing now.