This is a writing exercise from my friend Dawn’s blog The Write Soil
To learn more about your main character write about his/her childhood memories.
The following is from my main character’s point of view:
My first imaginary friend was named Teddy. I met him at the park where my dad played softball for his company’s team. Although I don’t know why they should call it a park when there were no sliding boards, swings, teeter-totters or monkey bars. My daddy said I could be in the Olympics if monkey bars were an event. But the only things to play on or slide down were the hills of dirt surrounding the baseball field.
The ground was all dug up because they were clearing the land. Monster dump trucks and bulldozers were parked all over the place. Just like the Tonka trucks scattered higgily piggily on Miss Hazel’s front stoop. Her boy Bradley never played with them anymore. He just sat in his daddy’s Lazy Boy playing video games all day.
Bradley never wanted to do anything. When I first met Teddy I dared him to climb up on one of the bull dozers and he did it! I knew right away Teddy and I would be friends.
Teddy and I would sit at the top of a hill the color of a dried mudpie and slide down on our butts, getting the seat of our pants all dirty and making my mama shake her head and cluck her tongue. Six was a good age to slide down dusty hills on your butt.
Teddy was shorter than me even though we were the same age. He had dark eyes and dark curly hair. I wished my hair were like Teddy’s. We would sometimes fight about his hair I was so jealous.
“Boys shouldn’t have such curly hair,” I told him while we were sitting in the dirt drawing pictures with long sticks.
“Watcha’ want me to do about it? God made it that way.”
“Tell your mama you want your hair cut short; tell her you want it buzzed like an army man’s.”
“I don’t want no army man’s hair!” Teddy pitched his stick and we watched it land softly at the bottom of the hill.
“So just get it cut, then. Geez!” I pitched my stick and grinned when it landed farther than Teddy’s did.
“I don’t wanna get it cut. My mama likes it.”
“What are you? A mama’s boy?”
“I ain’t no mama’s boy!” Teddy stood up and put his hands on his hips.
I stood up too and did just like Teddy. “Are too!”
“Are too,” I shouted and pushed Teddy causing him to fall down the hill.
He got up and ran away. I just about cried I hated myself so much for what I did. We didn’t play together for a week.