When we got a house in the Netherlands, the family who lived there before, left a large bag with stuffed animals.
Anything from a blue teddy bear and purple elephant to a pink mouse and a green snake.
I loved them all.
All the toys got names and birthdays several times a year.
I was busy organizing parties each weekend.
During the week, we had tea and I would read them a bedtime story every evening.
We had so much fun.
I felt the happiest living in my own fantasy world.
This did got interrupted by two things.
First fact is that I didn’t have a standard childhood.
Even though we were in a save country, the war had damaged my family a lot.
Both my parents got ill and I had to act like an adult a lot earlier than I wanted to.
The second fact, however, bothered me more.
When I did get the chance to be with my stuffed buddies, people would watch me.
Not play with me, which I would ask for.
No, just stand there and watch me being cute.
I became uncomfortable and shy.
I grew into more serious hobbies.
Reading, television, chess.
I became an adult to soon and clearly, even at this age, the child in me wants to get out.
Souvenir and gifts shops are a dangerous place for my wallet 😉
I simply cannot resist their cuteness.
Jasper, who always intends to be the “manly man”, also developed a weakness for them.
That’s why, this happened 😉
How do you show the child in you?