There were two (2) specific things I was attached to when I was in my youth. I had an original Cabbage Patch Doll, a boy named Andy with curly red hair. I carried him everywhere I walked throughout the house and outside also. I remember having a play iron, and I’d pretend to iron his clothes. Plus he slept with me at night too. My second attachment was a stuffed animal teddy bear. She was solid white, and I named her Cookie. Everything I did with Andy, (my Cabbage Patch Doll) I did with her as well. Except ironing her clothes. I don’t recall those being removable. I’m sure if they’d been I’d have ironed them too.
I lost them both due to the fact that we moved around a lot. Simple as that, but I guess since I still remember them they had some sorta impact and meaning to me. I can even remember the day we moved when my dad was driving away from the trailer we were just living in, I saw the big black trash bag with all my stuffed animals and my doll in it. I tried pleading with him to go back but he wasn’t even trying to hear it. I didn’t hold it over his head though. LOL. I was about 6-7-years old when I got them, but at separate times. I was 12-years-old when I lost them.
I’m glad I decided to write this. It brought to mind some very special, and happy memories for me. I really needed these happy thoughts in my head, feeling the emotional attachment to them also felt good. I’ve needed to feel that way again since this New Year first kicked off. It’s only been one thing coming right after another. Can a bitch catch a break. I’ve been telling everyone to just call me Can’t Get Right.
Movie Reference intended.