I Am C.T.

Many children have imagry friends mine was C.T. I told my mother that he lived on the side of a hill, another time he lived in our attic. When I was told I couldn't play with something made of glass I proclaimed that all of C.T.'s toys were made of glass. When my mother said something about them breaking I changed my mind and said that they were all plastic. When I wanted to feel powerful he had four older sisters. Another time he had one who was younger. As I got older my dad and I started blaming things on him. If something was missing C.T. took it. Looking back I see almost everything about him was a projection of me what I had what I wanted and what I wanted someone to blam on he even shared the first letter of my name. As time went on I forgot about my imganary friend. I started school realized that I have horrible handwriting. I tried to pickup a few hobbies trying to define myself. My younger sister is the reason I tried painting and it stuck. (I always say it's because no one around me knew how to tell me how bad my paintings were then.) I didn't want to ruine a picture by signing it so I used my ainishals. I didn't think of CT again until recently. You see I'm getting married soon and that's how I will be signing my paintings. It seems fitting knowing that I have been C.T. all along.