Toys You Can't Play With July 27, 2009 15:43
When I was a little girl, I was given a very expensive Alice in Wonderland china doll by my late Grandmother. Amidst all the hoopla in giving it to me, I was advised not to play with it. That it’s a special thing to just ‘have’.
I hated that doll, looking down at me from the mantelpiece with it’s mocking expression and real human hair. It was a totem of silent control. A trojan doll of adult watchfulness and I loathed it.
My other late Grandmother had a collection of toys and miniature things locked in a glass cabinet. This fascinating display case contained such treasures as small wind-up furry bear, impossibly small real tool set, chine tea sets, miniature hand bags, to name just a few of the temptations within. But we kids were not allowed to play with them until we were old enough to look after them. You could very easily alter that sentence to -we were not allowed to play with them until we were old enough to not want to play with them.
I never did end up playing with them. What is the point of that?
I hate toys you can’t play with.