“Nothing that grieves us can be called little:by the eternal laws of proportion a child’s loss of a doll and a king’s loss of a crown are events of the same proportion.”~M Twain
I still have (or my Mom does) a few of my old dolls, although I was never super attached to dolls. Confession:I found them kind of boring. The exception to that would have been my Chatty Cathy doll which had a collection of “themed” records that you put into her back. You’d then pull her cord and she would spout out various sentences. One record involved her being sick and I still remember some of the things she said (or in this case, whined), like “Are you going to take my temperature?”. Then as a good little Mom in the making, of course you diligently did so. Well, most of the time.
Some of my favorite possessions of my childhood were kind of “different”. I liked board games (I still do but I find it hard to find to find other victims, OOPS, I mean players as many people think they are boring). I loved my Viewfinder (a portent to my love of photography?), Creepy Crawler maker and Easy Bake oven. I belonged to a club that sent me various ethnic articles from around the world like drums, prayer wheels, origami animals, wind socks and kites, etc. Now that I found super interesting. And I had pet turtles, not the most engaging of all pet choices out there (although we also had a dog).
I still find other cultures fascinating and love traveling to other parts, whether that be actual physical travel or mentally doing so as in reading a book or looking at photos. I still like to cook. I’m not too keen on plastic bugs anymore 🙂 and now would much rather have a dog than a turtle. And I am still searching for board game victims……