Daily Prompt: The Infamous Tada

Just say the name Tada to anyone in my family and they will tell you that was my imaginary friend when I was little.

I never had an imaginary friend of any kind.  When I was only about 3 or 4 I loved performing for anyone that would watch, like most kids.  I would always end the show with a loud “tada!” while throwing my hands up for the applause and accolades that were sure to come my way.

My mother, being the sarcastic person she is, thought she’d be funny and asked me “tada, who’s tada?” after one of my shows.  Being the smart Alec I was I decided to tell her it was my invisible friend instead of just saying that I had no idea why I said “tada”.  I must have heard it on TV or something.

I then began to run around and tell Tada to stop chasing me.  They thought it was funny so I put on the act once in a while.  My sister would ask me about Tada and instead of coming clean and saying there is no Tada, I just made up all kinds of tall tales regarding this fictional friend because people seemed to enjoy it.  When I was about 11 or 12 I was fascinated by the occult and decided to have a ritual to finally get rid of Tada by taking one of our old plastic dolls, calling it Tada and going with my sister and some friends to bury her in a part of the local cemetery, not on top of a grave or anything.  So I committed some act of sacrilege, no doubt, but Tada was gone.

Various members of my family delighted in bringing up the fact that I had this imaginary friend in front of my actual friends or extended family just to try and embarrass me and try to make me look like I was insane or strange in some way.  I still continued the lie well into adulthood.  Not that I still had a fake friend, but went along with anyone that I used to have one.  Only recently did I tell my mom the truth and that she was the reason I started the lie to begin with because she made me mad by questioning me like that as a small child.  We had a good laugh about it, but I still don’t think she believes me, which makes me laugh harder!


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