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).
I did not have imaginary friends, I was busy playing with my siblings, there was never a moment when I could think of imaginary friends. If I wasn’t busy with my siblings, I was doing chores for my Mom.It hardly left enough time for me to imagine anything.
I had a friend in school in the lower grades. She was quite nice, but her attendance in school, left a lot to be desired. Her parents were wealthy, she was the only child. I presume they didn’t care much about her education.
During our summer vacation, my Dad passed away. I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to my friend.
We were in the process of leaving the city to go to Bangladesh, my parents’ original home. I lost contact with her, but wondered what she was doing.
My guess is she may not have continued her education after high school. Her parents probably were anxious to see her married, if nothing else she could produce grand kids for them.
My non-imaginary friend I think is happily married, she has multiple servants at her beck and call; she certainly has no time to think of her childhood friend.
We often capture strangers in photos we take in public. Open your photo library, and stop at the first picture that features a person you don’t know. Now tell the story of that person.
I had the occasion of taking some pictures when I was in the ‘Farmer’s Market in Montreal’, I was waiting to pick up some fresh produce, I had to wait until the lady in front of me could get her shopping done.
While waiting I took some pictures of the fruits and vegetables, I came home and discovered the lady who was standing in front of me is in the picture I took while I was waiting my turn.
I started thinking of her. Perhaps she is also visiting Montreal like me, perhaps she is buying fruits and vegetables for her Grand kids with whom she is spending some time in “La Belle Province”, I recall seeing her quite agitated she was asking for a vegetable her grand kids like, she couldn’t find it, the vendor didn’t have any clue.
Frustrated she moved on to the next one, fortunately she found it, and bought a plastic bag full, I was amazed to know her grand kids like egg plant. She explained to her friend standing by her side how she cooks egg plant.
I told myself, “lady now that I have captured you in my picture I’ll always think of you and the egg plant!”
I was able to enjoy nature first hand in my Grandpa’s village. My Grandpa was a lover of nature,he planted trees,flowers and all sorts of fruit trees he was able to find. His garden looked like a little park where we all could play,eat,run and enjoy ourselves.There was no fear of predators, wild animals or anything that could be a source of fear to us.It seems he built his garden for his grand kids,so we would be completely satisfied. And we did, it was sad Grandpa left us long before we visited, his beautiful house and garden.
We were in awe when we looked around this garden. We weren’t old enough to realize how much time Gramps spent building this place. We spent endless hours looking at the fruit trees,the flowers,they were a joy to behold.I wouldn’t mind spending any number of days in my Grandpa’s house and garden. A journey to a forest or a city simply cannot be compared with the fun we had in my maternal Grandpa’s place.