Sunday, October 5th, 2008
Just for fun and because I’m going to be writing like a demonesse today, I plucked a question from my “chat pack.”
What was your favorite thing to pretend when you were a young child?
I’ll post my answer later and you’ll have a great big laugh.
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I used to love to “play house” with my 2 younger brothers. We played at being the perfect family and parents. With the help of dolls and dollhouses, as well as my brothers’ cars and little action figures, we had a blast!
Rhonda :0)
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I always “played house” also, with my Barbies. I loved doing that and imagining, even then, this super romance that I was going to be in. LOL
Melissa
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Rhonda!
I LOVED playing house, but I was always the only parent because I couldn’t share control. 🙂
Melissa!
What’s up with playing house? What about doctor? I was a very, very bad doctor.
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Okay, so I’m really going to show my age when I tell you that my favorite playtime fantasy was that I was the Girl from U.N.C.L.E. I was very brave, smart, could kick the crap out of anyone, but inexlicably I’d end up tied to a rock in a cave awaiting rescue from Ilia (was that how you spelled it?) from the Man from U.N.C.L.E.—oh, I was young when I started dreaming of ropes.
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I’m pretty sure my sister and I played a lot with my one hand-me-down Barbie (someone had cut off most of her hair, so we spent a fair amount of effort coming up with little hats and other head coverings) and a Raggedy Ann doll 🙂 Not too much doctor–maybe even then I knew I wasn’t one for the medical field!
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Fedora!
All Barbies had plenty of wardrobe. My mom sewed them outfits, but my dolls all ended up naked anyway.
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I loved to play army with all the boys in the neighborhood. With cussing and everything. Until little sissy girl Kelly Beth from across the street told her momma that we were saying bad words. And her momma told my momma and my momma told my daddy. And my daddy washed my mouth out with soap.
Still can’t look at a bar of Ivory soap without shuddering. And I still don’t like Kelly Beth very much…
*cackle*
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Shayla, Shayla, Shayla…