Daily Prompt: Toy Story

What was your favorite plaything as a child? Do you see any connection between your life now, and your favorite childhood toy?

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My favorite toy was a cloth doll that sorta looked like Holly Hobby but wasn’t.  Maybe it was some kind of knock-off doll with yellow yarn hair and big stitched eyes.  It wore a pinafore and it kept me company during many of the asthma attacks that plagued me when I was hitting my teens, when I learned that monsters weren’t just from old tales and books, but from the very people you were supposed to trust.

There was never a Christmas worth remembering that did not end up with me having to sleep sitting up because I just couldn’t breathe lying down – and always I was alone because everyone was out celebrating.  But I was content as long as I had my books and that doll with me to keep me company.  And because it was soft, I could sleep with her next to me, unlike the vinyl skin dolls that looked pretty but weren’t meant to be left next to you – unless you wanted it to poke your eye out with its stiff arms.

I still find myself looking through Etsy or eBay just in case I’d spot it again, just as I’d found an old Raggedy Ann & Andy radio that was stolen when I was around that age as well.  I’m sure that if I do come across it, I’d probably think of buying it – only to close the window on my screen because just like chapters in a book, I need to move away from that part of my life and move on.

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