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It will be maybe a little difficult for me to write about this, as I don't have too may toys left from my childhood. Most of them I have given to some cute children, but I kept a few ones for myself, though. When I was little I used to like playing with toys, almost as much as I enjoyed watching cartoons. These two activities represented pretty much all my hobbies from that time.
At some point, in my magic little world, I came up with the idea that toys were actually alive. I thought of that for a few times. It sounded nice and there was even a cartoon, I don't remember how it was called, which kind of approved my odd idea. For a few days, I even talked to my toys and teddy bear, but of course, they didn't answer me. I wasn't that mad on them, but still, I was a little disappointed.
Now I realize how weird I was, but I also think that, if I could have controlled the rules of life, I would have done a great job. I mean, just think about what would happen if toys could talk. My first toy would probably tell me he is not pleased with his name. My parents named it "Toys". A very nice name for a little tiger. When I grew up, this name began to sound familiar, although I didn't know that much English. I asked my parents why they called it like this, and they said "Oh, honey, we didn't give it a name. It has already had one on the tag". It was so funny to hear that. They really believed the factory that produced the toy gave it a name?!
I assume, not only Toys (I still call my little tiger like this) would have something to say. Maybe the white dolls with black head I "customized" would complain too. But perhaps they would like, at least, the haircuts I made to them. I wasn't that talented as a hair stylist, but I was creative!
Therefore, if I think of my old dolls, maybe I don't want them to be able to talk.
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