When you’re young, anything is possible. Your mind is vulnerable and open. I used to believe that dolls could really come to life when I wasn’t looking. Even as an adult, I have the slight feeling that they are more than plastic. It’s the emotion that is put into them. The memories of that first toy and the adventures it went on. Where are those toys now? Wouldn’t you love to know what they would be like if they were capable of talking? “Remember that time we went to the beach? I loved living in that sand castle.” The comfort of a teddy bear’s hug is no longer enough. Now we crave the attention of humans. Unlike the inanimate object that absorbed the emotion and stories we created for them, adults ask for opinions; we want answers. The veil of magic no longer exists. As we grow older, magic is less and less impressive. We can see that he is wearing a coat for a reason. Where else would the birds come from? When you were a child, did you really care what the color of your neighbor’s skin was? Or why a family had two mommies? I don’t recall (in my lifetime) questioning their worth. All I saw was a friend. Love. More people to hear stories from. What would you say if you could go back in time? Would you tell your child self to sit up straight? Don’t eat candy? Would you dare tell them that two mommies is wrong? Imagine your child self’s reaction. I know my first word would be: Why? Children are innocent. They are raised to become the adults we know today. If I were to give my child self advice I would say, “Never lose faith in yourself. Stay true to who you are.” I wouldn’t say anything about my beloved dolls. That would be wasting breath.