I wish I remembered the day I stopped playing. If I could go back to that day, I would hold my soft toys a little longer, make my Barbie dolls go through one last apocalyptic experience, give a final roar as a cheetah in the jungle.
Despite having moved multiple times, I still have a lot of my childhood toys with me. One toy in particular brings many fond memories. Her name is Bibi. She's a toy beagle and my parents gave her to me for my 9th birthday. I remember that day my parents told me I had a visitor waiting for me in my bedroom, and I kept guessing and guessing who it might be. When I walked in, LO AND BEHOLD, a dog! Bibi looked just like a real dog, so I remember my initial joy in the thought that I finally had a dog! I quickly realised that she was just a toy, but I was still filled with incredible joy and thankfulness towards my parents. I'm currently holding Bibi right now as I'm typing all this. She's almost 12 years old and she's been with me through a lot of life experiences. She was with me when I played pretend dance competitions with my best friend, Sophie. She was the one who sheltered my Barbies from "terrible storms" which I subjected them to in order to make my sister's tea party games slightly more action-filled. As I grew older, she sat next to my head every night when I went to bed. These days, I throw her on my chair before I go to sleep and the only time Bibi gets some action in her day is when my baby niece drags her around yelling "WOOF WOOF!". I wish I could return to the day I stopped playing. If only I knew the last time I would pack away my toys was really the last time. I feel as though I've almost betrayed my childhood by having stopped playing with them. If I knew that was the last time, maybe I would've never put them down.
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April 2020
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