Why I Keep Playing House

My favorite little girl game is "home". I remember at a kindergarten, kindergarten or summer camp, I was the first child to start "cooking" in an apron, refusing to quit after all other children had lost interest. I will never be limited to characters. I am an affectionate mother, an adventurous teenager, or a nasty puppy that does not stop barking. Playing a house makes me imagine a new world, becoming a person I want to be. I am addicted to it.

One day my mother came, I played with her in the garden. She told me she had to go to the store, and I just continued to play at the house of my friend, she came back. So of course we did a typical game. We have plenty of dolls outside, wear them, play short plays, laugh and have a good time. I handed the toilet paper to her and then went home. I am sitting on the trailer stairway and waiting for my mother. When she arrived home, I told her what happened. She said nothing, but her face told me everything. She is too angry. Please be aware that this was in the 1970s, even ten years after the civil rights movement. I do not know if my mother said something to them, but I never played with her again.

When I was nine years old, my grandfather moved to Capitol Hill 's house a few years after my grandfather died. She told me that leaving my house at home - what does that mean? The house became wrinkled, there was little garden and no other kids to play with were in the neighborhood. Essentially, I can not tolerate my new home; it has nothing to attract children like me! Why is it partially responsible to protect this old one? At that time, I may not know what that heritage really means, but my mother must have done it.

When I was a little girl like 9 or 10 years old when another little girl was playing with a doll, pretending to clean the house, preparing to go home and eat her husband , I was in the office. I have special memories. In other words, I made a small office at my grandparents' house. I received a Christmas toy phone, I am trying it. I sat on my little desk and confidently answered my toy phone. Looking at a fictional office from a helicopter or a historical point of view, dolls and stuffed animals are colleagues and subordinates, and various shapes and sizes are lining up. When I put them together, tell them what to do to them. The seeds were planted in my young heart, I wanted to be a leader, and I arrived at the corner office, and I did it. In addition, my favorite work is to nurture me, nurture, cooperate with me and lead us. heritage?