Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Dolls and Childhood
Doesn't this look like Suzanne? Imagine her hair dyed red ombre and a Canadian accent. Now?
When I was young, I was raised a boy. With trucks and sports. And no dolls. My parents policed my gender-behavior and nudged it into socially-approved conduct.
I was taught that feminine activities were off-limits. No dress-up play, no dolls, no talk about becoming a mommy. No princess dresses, no tiaras, no girlfriends.
On a motorcycle trip to Daytona for its infamous Bike Week rally, I spotted a helmet-sticker. It said, "It's never too late to have a happy childhood." That made me wonder if I could enjoy what I missed the first time around despite being old. I believe it's never too late to have fun.
I bought this doll yesterday at Target. Like a twirling baton I got a few months ago, the doll is already making me happy. Objects that cost as little as $10 can mean the world to us when they represent something more valuable, like a lost childhood.
Is there anything you wished you had when you were young that you didn't? Is there any impediment to you getting it now?