kraftiekortie wrote:
I also pretended I was in a coma at that time.
I pretended to be a wall, but then someone tickled me, and walls are supposed to laugh.
I have a vivid memory of lining up plastic dinosaurs when I was 3, but not doing anything imaginative with them. Then a year later, I remember using them to play an imaginative game with my friend. When I did pretend play with others, I never really contributed to the storyline, just did what I was told to do with the characters. When I was alone, I'd make up my own storyline. Interestingly, they almost always had some reason to repeatedly line up my stuffed animals or sort them into categories.
As I got older I'd do "surgery" on stuffed animals. I'd cut them up and stitch them back together. Or attempt to. There are a few headless stuffed animals in my inventory.
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