Play House

Six-year-old David Small escapes from the painful experiences of his family life through imagination and creativity. As far as my childhood, it wasn’t as strange as David's, but my imagination and creativity often happened due to the fact that there wasn’t anything else to do.

My childhood consist of my cousin Kelly and I playing in the house. We basically grew up together because she would always be at my house. We are three years apart, so I was six and she was nine at the time when we would always play house. I remember one Christmas both of our moms bought us dolls that came with a baby carrier and a stroller. We also got a play kitchen set with a stove and everything that was in a kitchen. We loved helping our moms out around the house. We would help them cook dinner and help them clean the house.  Kelly and I were so fascinated by our mothers and what being a mom is like.

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So Kelly and I would go in our mom’s closet to find a wig to put on then we would go in their makeup bags finding lipstick and eye shadow to put on. After getting beautified, my cousin and I would pick what side of the house we want. We would be in separate parts of the house that we called “our house”. Then, we would go find our dolls and the items we need in the house. We would pull out our play kitchen set, our play vacuum and broom. Once we gathered everything we needed we were off to our part of the house.  

I remember I use to act as if I was rearranging the furniture and decorationing my dolls room. Then I would prepare dinner for me and my doll in my play kitchen. After cooking, I would gathering all the pots and pans and begin to wash them just as my mother would do. I would then rock my doll to sleep and put her in her crib. During that same time, my cousin also rocked her baby doll to sleep. We thought we were so grown up, that we would have a tea party amongst us two and act like we were gossiping, while our babies were sleep.  

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Sometimes our babies would get sick, but we never wanted to take them to the “doctor” so we thought we should take care of them ourselves.  We would go to the fridge and find juice that was reddish (mainly because our liquid medicine would usually be some sort of red) and put it in a jar. Then we would find a pencil or pen to us for a shot. We would find a flash light and get a Popsicle stick to look in the dolls mouth. I would get a bandana to tie around the lower part of my face pretending that it was a mask. We continued caring for our dolls until we thought they were ok.

That was pretty much our childhood creativity and imagination. Those activities shaped my creative energies as a child becuase if there wasn’t anything else to do we knew how to have fun, just the two of us. I think they continue to do so due to the fact that my cousin and I never have a dull moment.

My Childhood Memories

I remember one of my childhood memories when I was about four years old. I was outside playing, the sun was setting so it was about evening time and as I was walking on the sidewalk I looked at the ground behind me and saw a shadow. I didn’t know what a shadow was so I kept walking and I realized my shadow was still following me. I started running and crying because I was afraid of my own shadow. I remember my grandma was asking what was wrong and all I could do was point at my shadow continuing to run. She said “That’s your shadow, there’s nobody following you!” This memory stands out to me because I remembered running and screaming all because of my shadow. As I’ve gotten older and heard the stories I laugh because it was so hilarious.



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Another childhood memory I remember so clearly because I was getting to that age where I would do stuff just to see what would happen. I was either two or three years old at the time. My mother was making lunch and I was hungry but she told me I had to wait until she was finish. I remember she gave me an apple while I waited for lunch. I was walking around the house eating the apple and passed by the restroom. I guess my mother saw I was going in the restroom and she followed me. Just as she arrive at the door she said “Adrianne, you better not throw that apple in the toilet!” It was too late. It was already down the drain. I stopped up the toilet that day and my mom had to pay a plumber to get the apple out. I remember that like it was yesterday, it was so funny.

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I also remember a childhood memory when I was one years old. I would always be walking around the house with a bottle flapping up and down in my mouth and only wearing a diaper. My uncle would always come over to eat dinner with us and instead of him sitting at the table; he would lay on the floor right in front of the TV. I would always be around my uncle and every time he lay on the floor with his plate of food, I would turn around and sit in his plate. My mom would always yell at me. My uncle would always say that it was okay and he would scrap the food that was on my diaper back onto is plate and start eating again. I remember it because I always got yelled at for sitting in his food. This memory stands out to me because I remember doing it more than once. It was almost like I did it on purpose because my uncle would move his plate to the right and I would move to the right then he would move his plate to the left and I would move to left. Maybe I was trying to sit in his food on purpose. It was also a hilarious memory that I’ll never forget.