Recently I got to watch the movie Toy Story3.
I was reminded of my own childhood days where I used to play, actually live, with my toys!
When I watched Toy Story1, I was 9. I still remember how I enjoyed the movie with my father by my side and ice cream in my hand. Then I felt exactly like Andy, having a flair for playing. In this part three, I still feel like him, wanting to be with them but still grown up and had to leave.
Coming to my toy story, My first mate and a good old toy was NANCY. She was a shut-eye doll, famous at that times such as Barbie is now for the kids. Nancy came as a birthday gift for me on my 2nd birthday. The name was suggested by my father. Nancy wore a blue dress, a cap and black shoes. She was so beautiful. I took her with me wherever I went. I also asked my mom to feed her too when I was called for lunch. She slept with me in my bed.
Later when I grew up, Nancy became old. She also lost her beautiful dress! But my mom promised to make a new dress for her. So I started collecting different coloured and different types of cloth pieces. When I step into a tailor shop, I always tried to collect the beautiful lace cloths which he puts down while stitching. (Still I have the habit of taking small bits of different cloth. Oh! How my Nancy had influenced my life!)
Then came my sweet "Doggie", thats how I used to call my dog doll. It was a dog in light red or to be exact- brownish orange. It had a whistle fitted in it which will produce a sound when the dog's tummy is pressed. It always had its small red tongue hanging.
Later, when Nancy was too old and that was when I was 8, my parents asked me to throw it away. But I didn't agree. So my father bought me another shut-eye doll, more beautiful than Nancy. I liked her too and named her "Princy". But my love for Nancy never changed as my parents thought. Nancy still used to be my first choice.
But one day, there was a sudden turn of events! I was totally afraid to touch both the dolls!
That was when I first watched the movie "The Child's play" and its Tamil replica, "Vaa arugil vaa" back to back! That was really horrible at that time, while I used to fear ghosts. I never touched both my darlings for days....
But I could not forget how I played with them and in my deep unconscious mind could never think that they could be haunted with a ghost. But outwardly as I was afraid of ghosts didn't touch them. But it couldn't hold me for long. I myself wanted to get rid of my fear of ghosts, at least for my dollies!
I tried to go out alone and stay all alone in home- until then which I never did, and to add horror to the situation, watched horror movies at that times when I was left alone at home. Just to overcome my fear and to play with the dolls again!
Now I feel how my dolls, toys and play things have influenced me! As I grew up, I left them in the attic of course..... But loved them as ever I did. Later when my younger sisters and other kids came home I gave the toys to them one by one. As I watched Andy, handing over Woodie to Bonnie, I was reminded how I denied to give Nancy to anyone....!
Now I am too old to play with toys......... But still in my heart there is an empty space there for Nancy, which no other stuff of entertainment could fill.......
I was reminded of my own childhood days where I used to play, actually live, with my toys!
When I watched Toy Story1, I was 9. I still remember how I enjoyed the movie with my father by my side and ice cream in my hand. Then I felt exactly like Andy, having a flair for playing. In this part three, I still feel like him, wanting to be with them but still grown up and had to leave.
Coming to my toy story, My first mate and a good old toy was NANCY. She was a shut-eye doll, famous at that times such as Barbie is now for the kids. Nancy came as a birthday gift for me on my 2nd birthday. The name was suggested by my father. Nancy wore a blue dress, a cap and black shoes. She was so beautiful. I took her with me wherever I went. I also asked my mom to feed her too when I was called for lunch. She slept with me in my bed.
Later when I grew up, Nancy became old. She also lost her beautiful dress! But my mom promised to make a new dress for her. So I started collecting different coloured and different types of cloth pieces. When I step into a tailor shop, I always tried to collect the beautiful lace cloths which he puts down while stitching. (Still I have the habit of taking small bits of different cloth. Oh! How my Nancy had influenced my life!)
Then came my sweet "Doggie", thats how I used to call my dog doll. It was a dog in light red or to be exact- brownish orange. It had a whistle fitted in it which will produce a sound when the dog's tummy is pressed. It always had its small red tongue hanging.
Later, when Nancy was too old and that was when I was 8, my parents asked me to throw it away. But I didn't agree. So my father bought me another shut-eye doll, more beautiful than Nancy. I liked her too and named her "Princy". But my love for Nancy never changed as my parents thought. Nancy still used to be my first choice.
But one day, there was a sudden turn of events! I was totally afraid to touch both the dolls!
That was when I first watched the movie "The Child's play" and its Tamil replica, "Vaa arugil vaa" back to back! That was really horrible at that time, while I used to fear ghosts. I never touched both my darlings for days....
But I could not forget how I played with them and in my deep unconscious mind could never think that they could be haunted with a ghost. But outwardly as I was afraid of ghosts didn't touch them. But it couldn't hold me for long. I myself wanted to get rid of my fear of ghosts, at least for my dollies!
I tried to go out alone and stay all alone in home- until then which I never did, and to add horror to the situation, watched horror movies at that times when I was left alone at home. Just to overcome my fear and to play with the dolls again!
Now I feel how my dolls, toys and play things have influenced me! As I grew up, I left them in the attic of course..... But loved them as ever I did. Later when my younger sisters and other kids came home I gave the toys to them one by one. As I watched Andy, handing over Woodie to Bonnie, I was reminded how I denied to give Nancy to anyone....!
Now I am too old to play with toys......... But still in my heart there is an empty space there for Nancy, which no other stuff of entertainment could fill.......
Good memories Rose :)
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