My new understanding of my imaginary companion (when I was 3!😎)
I was just 26 months old when my younger brother Kerry was born. He was a premie, and apparently had some serious problems post partum, so he was in NICU for a period of time. (The lack of detail about this crisis is a family dynamic worth discussing but at another time.) In any case, I was put in the care of a lovely and caring worman, Joyce Hilden, who was a friend of my mom's and a close neighbor just two houses away. I have only a couple of fuzzy memories of that time: I insisted on picking out my own clothes to wear; and I became known for my oft repeated "me do myself". I also developed an imaginary companion; a large, friendly bunny named George who went everywhere with me. I talked to him, offered him food, and I think I remember saving a chair next to me at the dinner table for him to sit by me. George would have disappeared into the mist of history except for another interesting, kind person who crossed my path. I was a student at South Dakota State U taking ...