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The child in us

Thursday, October 30, 2008

I basically think that even when we reach the age of maturity or shall I say when we grow older; the child in us is revealed at some point. Personally, I love collecting dolls and a few dollhouses too. I have special liking for infants and baby looking ones with soft tender bodies. In one of my reflecting moments, I was asking my self why I have this special fondness for dolls. Then I remembered that when I was a child, I only have like two made of plastic– a girl and a boy I named “Bitoy”. My parents especially my eldest sister opted to buy informative books like Volumes of Child Encyclopaedia and the like. I have no regrets then because I have a now lot of those dolls I missed when I was a kid.