Last Christmas, I gave a huge doll house as a gift to my goddaughter. It caused a dent to my budget but it made me happy knowing that she wanted to have a doll house as a Christmas gift. My sis sent me a pic of the doll house which was complete with miniature furniture for the living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and other parts of the house. Of course, there are toy dolls that came with it—a dad, mom, a little girl and a pet doggie! Cool, isn’t it?
Looking at the doll house made me reminisce about my childhood days when I would also play doll with my sisters. We didn’t have a big doll house that time, but we had fun and made dolls out of the extra foam materials in the house. Our ‘doll house’ that time was the lower compartment of one of our bedroom closets. We had fun even with the simple things and made use of materials that were available at home. What mattered most to us that time was the enjoyment we got from playing and being creative with the stuff that we have. Those were the childhood days of being imaginative and carefree, with no worries about finances or concerns about age spot removal or having a big tummy.