I’ve mentioned at various times that I didn’t play with dolls, didn’t have dolls, don’t know why people like dolls. I have no recollection of having a doll(s), yet I have photographic proof that I did. According to my mother, when I was given a doll, the first thing I did was take all the clothes off.
Then the war began.
She would re-dress the doll, I would take the clothes off the doll. On, off, on, off. I was told that once I hid the clothes under my bed mattress. I didn’t care about dolls so much that basically I would just drag the unclothed doll around by the arm or the foot…My mother finally gave up on the whole doll thing. I was just an unnatural girl child.
While I had no use for dolls I did loved stuffed animals, that was just the generic term for any kind of soft stuffed toy. Nowadays they call them plushies or stuffies I still call them stuffed animals. I had quite the collection as a child, my father bought them for me.
I still have a few, presents from my husband. Plus I have a few hand puppets (I LOVE puppets). I have winnowed my toys over the years but I still can’t resist hugging any and all soft, fluffy, stuffed animals. I have resisted buying them but not oohing and ahhing over any I see.
I need a soft fluffy Easter bunny!