Imagination. My favourite toy.

I didn’t have a favourite toy when I was a child. I destroyed most of my dolls. Cut their hair. Ripped their clothes. Then quickly lost interest.

I did however had two imaginary friends. Chichi-monchi and a tiger. They would spend the days keeping me company as grown ups did boring stuff, like the grocery shopping.

They would dance with me in the streets. And look after me as we built forts to protect ourselves from monsters. They would sit with me while I spent the day drawing and cutting shapes. In return I would make sure they would always have room to sit beside me in the car.

I can’t remember when they went away. I haven’t seen them for almost a lifetime now.

For #bloganuary.

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