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.