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When i was a little girl, I had a red, lucite doll house. I was fascinated by it. Translucent. Red. No normal people could live in that house, but oh the adventures we had.  I think it was mostly a home on the moon, or in outer space, to me. Very Courbusier in its lines.

I remember retreating to that doll house when my mom had a 'friend' over. I had lots of places in which to escape when that nasty man came over. All of those places were in my head.

I do remember a lovely man, Uncle Paul, I called him. I don't think my mom ever dated him, though I'm sure he had a crush on her. He gave me a play vacuum. I loved it. He was a very kind person.

I also loved loved loved that push-toy with the popcorn bubble of rattling colored balls. I could run around with that for hours.

Somehow, I'm thinking of all the things I lost somewhere along the way, tonight. I can't remember all the CDs I'd burned to my computer/external drive that are now gone forever... but these lost toys are tangible, today.

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Date: 2011-03-29 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coyotegoth.livejournal.com
*hug* I'm sorry.

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Date: 2011-03-29 11:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] michaelboy.livejournal.com
I remember the popcorn machine! :) - and the little painted wooden dog that would wobble and make noise when you pulled it along the floor.

I am happy you wrote about your doll house. It reminded me of the gas station/parking garage set with the working car elevator and twisty car ramp.

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Date: 2011-03-29 11:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] baggyk.livejournal.com
Do you have more advice about how NOT to introduce "friends" from your mother?


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