As I am now in my 30s, I think of ways to design different room and land layouts for my imaginary apartments, houses, island, etc. That really helps me fall asleep quick (as a side benefit).
As I am now in my 30s, I think of ways to design different room and land layouts for my imaginary apartments, houses, island, etc. That really helps me fall asleep quick (as a side benefit).
You know how business people on TV are always stressed out about the next big presentation? In part that is due to the fact that writers work job-to-job, and everything hangs on the next big pitch. In a way I wonder if American TV culture is just different parts of the life of a TV writer expressed over and over again in different settings, complete with idiosyncratic childhood developmental tendencies that are exclusive to tomorrow's scriptwriters.
This is very true. That’s why so many TV shows are about inexplicably rich, sex-obsessed young people.
My possibly-incorrect recollection is that I thought them up on a long road trip, and that they rarely "existed" anywhere other than the car. A couple hours-long trips to relatives' houses every year, usually one big vacation involving entire days in the car, maybe one or two other longish drives a year, plus shorter journeys pretty much daily. Wonder if tons of constrained, boring car travel has anything to do with it—if not causing the phenomenon, then encouraging it, anyway.
In my book, a stuffed animal fits the definition of imaginary friend. As far as I am aware stuffed animals are a world-wide phenomenon.
I remember my favourite stuffed animal very vividly. It was a cat, hence her name was 'Caty'. When I got lost one day on vacation in (from my memory) France or Spain I kept asking for Caty. People started talking English to me, and they thought I was British, and that 'Caty' was my mother. The truth was I was missing my stuffed animal more than my mother, I was Dutch, and I didn't understand any English yet. This was in the 80s when English was a little bit less commonly used around the world. Also, because Caty got completely ragged in the washing machine from ample amounts of bouncing around 'n around my parents bought a new, unragged Caty. It didn't fool me because Caty was Caty; she was ragged and I liked her that way. Did she smell great out of the washing machine though!
I expected it to be incredibly rare, but if 65% of American kids have imaginary friends, I truly wonder what's causing it. What's so different about how American kids are raised?
Either my cohort is very unusual or the stats given are BS.
This seems to be a natural endpoint to that push for greater and greater exercise of imagination: the substitution of the real with the imagined.
This has further-reaching consequences for the worldview of these children if you observe them today.
Do you have some examples?