Had urges to cut hair with scissors, used to cut my own hair (in the dark at night) when I was a little kid. After that, the few dolls I got fell victim to extreme haircuts (liked the long hair, but just couldn't help myself), then they'd look icky & I'd be bored with them. Liked the clothing for the dolls, but didn't know how else to "play" with them. Never dis-assembled them, scared me to see the insides. Disliked baby dolls, my mother had some antique ones that I played with, though they gave me the creeps.
Stuffed animals-always loved them, problem is that I get (still !) so attached to them that I can't get dispose of them. Way too sensitive about this, it's painful for me to even see a picture of an animal in the trash. Can't look at the humane society ads in newspaper, I fall apart emotionally.
Played with Matchbox cars-making paths & roads in the dirt/gravel/grass for them was such fun. Also, Legos-but didn't make up stories, just moved things back & forth. Nobody's ever said anything was unusual in how I played...
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