Hello Friends of hive,we all remember our childhood,with the greatest joy and nostalgia but only with the cognitive memory from the age of 4 years,so from my first three years I only remember what my mom told me.
I still have a fascination for toys, at this age I collect stuffed animals, they were always my favorite, but if you count and are good at mathematics you will see that for my age in my childhood years it was very difficult to find a stuffed animal.
But according to my mother, when they put the carruseell on me, everyone was waiting for my smile and then I started to cry but I had no consolation, but when they put what we call the tentenpie on me, jjjjjjj it gave me a lot of laughter even though it was a hard doll and in its balance it hit me in the head, but when I grew up I had my first toy that I still remember it, a doll, called lili, and it was so important in my life that my daughter is named after her.
She was more than my toy, she is my friend, my confidant, sometimes I remember that during exam time I only studied in front of her and repeated out loud as if she understood me, she has almost no hair, her clothes are torn but she is the only one who knows all my secrets.
She is still sitting in her little chair, during all the childish years that my mother could buy me a toy, she only asked for them to be different, cup sets, cleaning sets, etc, but not a doll, my daughter, like all young people, tells me why I don't keep another toy and I can only tell her that since I had that doll in front of me, her eyes dazzled me.
Her hair is already hard and very little because she used to play hairdresser and I used to peel it, her arm is missing and she lost it in a strong tug that was given to me because I only ate if she swallowed and she didn't do it jjj only now I understand my mom.
I remember that the cousins would get together on birthdays, all ready to celebrate and I would only arrive when I had the doll in my arms, and my mother, in her desperation because she didn't walk the same way when she was alone as when she was carrying Lili in her arms with my little bag and her diapers inside, would carry me and it seemed as if she was carrying three people.
Lili and I have had good times and bad times together, together in schools in the country, together in hospitals when I was sick, even at my wedding.
That is why it is important that each child has his imagination, and that parents contribute to respect it, even when we believe that a toy is old and ugly, it is his toy and only children know the value it has for them.
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