That's on my agenda for tonight. I'm going to Toys-R-Us to buy a doll for my kiddie, she says she doesn't have any new dolls, and so her gameplay is a bit boring. I don't blame her, you need new characters every so often to spice up your playtime.
On another note, my mother and sister-in-law are going to Mexico, they're taking my nieces, which means my kiddie won't have anyone to play with. It isn't too bad, she is an only child and knows how to entertain herself. I wasn't an only child, but I was an only girl, which meant that I had to play alone sometimes. But, that was okay, as my imaginary friends kept me plenty of company. I had so many of them :) You could say, I had like a small town of characters living in my head.
I remember all their names, and I cannot really recall when I started making them up. However I do know that they grew up with me. They have their own lives, their own problems, their own happy moments. I wonder if I can write all their "experiences" down, as their is so much to write about. It wouldn't be anything fancy, more of a very detailed novela. I never did write about them down for the same reason I never kept a journal, someone *cough(mom)cough* would find it and read it. Still, I have no worries about not having anything on paper, I remember everything I thought, once I start to think about it. And, I haven't thought of them in ages, I wonder how they're doing.
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i felt like an only child too. playing with other kids was always so exhausting.
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