When I was a kid, my favorite stuffed animal was a panda bear. I used to take him with me everywhere, his name was just Panda. Sometimes I played with Barbie, and normal girly dolls & toys such as the make-up & the kitchen sets. I also used to play with blocks, I was a good builder. I had this standard design that I always & ONLY made, which was an apartment; a living room, two bed rooms, a bathroom & a kitchen. I used to really get pissed off because I never was able to build a toilet. I could make the bathtub, but never could do neither the toilet & the basin nor the stove. Mostly I ended up turning the whole thing into a big tall robot after that.
I also had this mechanical parts game. It contained tires, hinges, pins, nails, nuts & screw drivers with some metallic pieces that I used to build slides, cars & other cool stuff with.
Then my brother came to the world, I had to put away those stuff because he was just a baby & could have swallowed any of these tiny parts. And by that age, I already gave up playing with stuffed animals. I was seven.
Kareem –my brother- grew up, it wasn’t dangerous for him anymore, but I grew up too, time took me by & I wasn’t interested in playing with my old toys anymore.
Whenever I sit alone and remember those memories, I always get to thinking what it would be like if I played with my toys forever? Would I have stopped at a point without being forced to?
Would I still be that innocent child who laughs so hard with her imaginary friends when they taste the food she prepared in her kitchen set & find that it really sucked, & she should have added more salt?
Would I still hold Barbie & her guy facing one another, getting them to kiss, & then laugh with this innocent naughty-girl giggle?
You know what?
I just miss being a child.
I miss my Panda