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Happy memories
The picture at Magpie Tales took me back to my childhood.
I wonder what happened to my dolls house. I wonder what happened to the family that lived inside it.
The mind of a child knows no bounds. When you are little, anything is possible and everything you imagine is real. I spent ages playing with that little wooden house; rearranging the furniture, dusting, and doing all the things I hated doing for real as a stroppy teen - and ever since come to that!
I can still hear myself talking to the little red-cheeked mother and her gruff husband. He had a grey beard. I used to put their daughter Daisy in my pocket and take her to school sometimes.
I’d like to think my little house went to a really nice home with a daughter that loves it as much as I did. Dolls house families don’t grow older do they? I wonder what Daisy gets up to now? She always was a little naughty!
I hope it hasn’t been dumped in a cellar, or worse, demolished.
I wouldn’t like that.
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Fine response to the prompt...
ReplyDeleteAll the pieces of us that go into the great unknown cloud...I have a few that I too wonder about.
ReplyDeleteTouchy and very imaginative. Loved it
ReplyDeletejust beautiful
ReplyDeleteOr even worse the family has converted the house into a meth-lab.. Poor Daisy would not have a great future there
ReplyDeleteWhat a cute memory. Amazing how playing with the routine of reality somehow doesn't transfer to seriously practising the reality of routine. Good one.
ReplyDeleteI am so right there with you about my old doll house as well, and a few other priceless treasures that meant all the world to me. I have through the years managed to replace a few of them, like my metal doll house, and my Troll house (it's like a small suitcase) but still you always wonder about your own treasure, in hopes someone cares for it still!
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ReplyDeleteMy take : A Small Home
some things are to be cherished forever! lovely :)
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