Wednesday, January 26, 2011

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BETWEEN THE AGES OF 5 AND 10, WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE ACTIVITY?



i have to say that one of my fav activities was pretending i was a mommy. i had a ton of baby dolls, and not one of them were neglected. whenever i played, it looked like i was running an orphanage for plastic look-alike babies that stared into space and wouldn't sleep. they never cried. were never hungry. never needed changing. and never ever ever were adopted. i was the ultimate little mommy, taking all my little babies for walks in an old antique stroller. i could fit about 6-8 babies into it. i'd walk them up and down the road in front of our house for what seemed like forever. and it was a busy road. as i got a little older (closer to 10) i still loved playing with my dollies, but i was a little embarassed to let anyone know it. so whenever i'd take them out for walks, i would cover up their faces and pretend that i had a real baby in that stroller. my grandma had these 2 life-size homemade cloth dolls, which were actually not much smaller than i was. i would take them for walks on my bike, pretending i was pushing a child i was babysitting. if a car happened by, i'd hold that bike up and talk to the doll as if it were real. and it was a busy road. they in no way, shape, or form even resembled a real person. cross-stitch eyes, no noses. fingers sewn together. but i thought that maybe i could fool someone who may have been driving a little too fast.


the greatest memory i have of this is when i was probably 10. my grandma worked at a nursing home about a half mile from my home and we often walked to visit her and the residents who we got to know fairly well thru her. one man in particular was our favorite because he would pretend he didnt' like us but we knew he did. he taught us card games and told us jokes. often jokes that he shouldn't have been telling to kids our age. probably not to kids of any age. my grandma often "shooed" us away from him because of his racey jokes. he also gave us candy. but only one piece per visit. if we went back, he'd yell at us and tell us to go home.


one year i had gotten wigs for christmas. they were the most real-looking wigs i had ever seen....not the barbie doll yellow-blonde things they market to little girls these days. this one particular time i made my brother (who is almost 2 yrs younger) and a male cousin (3 yrs younger) put on wigs, makeup, and dresses. i put on my brother's clothes, shoes and rode his bike, while my brother and cousin pushed the stroller with these 2 cloth dolls to the nursing home. our intent was to fool this old man into believing we were completely different kids so we could get more candy from him. 2 other cousins were with us, the girl dressed as a boy with me, and the youngest boy dressed as a baby with bib and feet-pajamas. he was 4. the cloth dolls were also in on the trick....after all, the larger the group, the less likely he would recognize us. right?


let me just say that when we walked into that nursing home, we got some very strange looks. i think i may have heard a few giggles and snickers too. but we were convinced that we looked so different that even our grandma wouldn't recognize us. we headed straight for that man's table in the dining room, the one with the candy, to be friendly and introduce ourselves to him. he took one look at us, frowned, packed up his cards, and said "get out of here before i tell your grandmother you're bothering me!"
at first we acted like we had no idea what he was even talking about, as if it was the first time we met him. we asked him if he had any candy for us, which i think made it even more obvious that we weren't who we were pretending to be. he just continued frowning, packing up his cards, and yelled at us dumbfounded kids, "go home! you aren't getting any candy from me today. you better not come back either!" i've never seen 5 little kids scoot out a door faster. the 2 boys dressed as girls were so furious that as soon as they got out the door they pulled off the wigs, hopped on their bikes and headed home. then this then-10-yr-old girl was left dragging a stroller full of life-size cloth dolls home, dashing towards the ditch every time a car drove by. did i mention it was a busy road?

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

journal jar

BETWEEN THE AGES OF 5 AND 10, WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE ACTIVITY?



i have to say that one of my fav activities was pretending i was a mommy. i had a ton of baby dolls, and not one of them were neglected. whenever i played, it looked like i was running an orphanage for plastic look-alike babies that stared into space and wouldn't sleep. they never cried. were never hungry. never needed changing. and never ever ever were adopted. i was the ultimate little mommy, taking all my little babies for walks in an old antique stroller. i could fit about 6-8 babies into it. i'd walk them up and down the road in front of our house for what seemed like forever. and it was a busy road. as i got a little older (closer to 10) i still loved playing with my dollies, but i was a little embarassed to let anyone know it. so whenever i'd take them out for walks, i would cover up their faces and pretend that i had a real baby in that stroller. my grandma had these 2 life-size homemade cloth dolls, which were actually not much smaller than i was. i would take them for walks on my bike, pretending i was pushing a child i was babysitting. if a car happened by, i'd hold that bike up and talk to the doll as if it were real. and it was a busy road. they in no way, shape, or form even resembled a real person. cross-stitch eyes, no noses. fingers sewn together. but i thought that maybe i could fool someone who may have been driving a little too fast.


the greatest memory i have of this is when i was probably 10. my grandma worked at a nursing home about a half mile from my home and we often walked to visit her and the residents who we got to know fairly well thru her. one man in particular was our favorite because he would pretend he didnt' like us but we knew he did. he taught us card games and told us jokes. often jokes that he shouldn't have been telling to kids our age. probably not to kids of any age. my grandma often "shooed" us away from him because of his racey jokes. he also gave us candy. but only one piece per visit. if we went back, he'd yell at us and tell us to go home.


one year i had gotten wigs for christmas. they were the most real-looking wigs i had ever seen....not the barbie doll yellow-blonde things they market to little girls these days. this one particular time i made my brother (who is almost 2 yrs younger) and a male cousin (3 yrs younger) put on wigs, makeup, and dresses. i put on my brother's clothes, shoes and rode his bike, while my brother and cousin pushed the stroller with these 2 cloth dolls to the nursing home. our intent was to fool this old man into believing we were completely different kids so we could get more candy from him. 2 other cousins were with us, the girl dressed as a boy with me, and the youngest boy dressed as a baby with bib and feet-pajamas. he was 4. the cloth dolls were also in on the trick....after all, the larger the group, the less likely he would recognize us. right?


let me just say that when we walked into that nursing home, we got some very strange looks. i think i may have heard a few giggles and snickers too. but we were convinced that we looked so different that even our grandma wouldn't recognize us. we headed straight for that man's table in the dining room, the one with the candy, to be friendly and introduce ourselves to him. he took one look at us, frowned, packed up his cards, and said "get out of here before i tell your grandmother you're bothering me!"
at first we acted like we had no idea what he was even talking about, as if it was the first time we met him. we asked him if he had any candy for us, which i think made it even more obvious that we weren't who we were pretending to be. he just continued frowning, packing up his cards, and yelled at us dumbfounded kids, "go home! you aren't getting any candy from me today. you better not come back either!" i've never seen 5 little kids scoot out a door faster. the 2 boys dressed as girls were so furious that as soon as they got out the door they pulled off the wigs, hopped on their bikes and headed home. then this then-10-yr-old girl was left dragging a stroller full of life-size cloth dolls home, dashing towards the ditch every time a car drove by. did i mention it was a busy road?

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