So, I took them out of the box. One by one. A nurse, a dancer, an Indian man, two clowns, Spanish people, a ballerina, a little girl, a man speaking, a roping cowboy, a smiling cowgirl, a Buddhist monk, a Chinese man, a Mexican hat dancer, a Gypsy girl playing a tambourine, Bolero dancers, Little Bo Peep, all nationalities, all creeds, all expressions, all costumes of origin and a world of imagination at my fingertips ......a Peruvian girl, a small child playing ball, a colonial doll with a full skirt taking a bow. My favorite.
The Buddha man would twirl with the Peruvian woman while the little boy with the ball - perhaps it was a jack-in-the-box - sat quietly in the middle of it all. They all got along in my peaceful box universe. The dolls in my box lived in one world, dancing and spinning around.
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This one is on my list too.
When I re-read it, I feel as though he is here again. Wonder what gifts he'll leave this year....gotta feeling.
For you and the plastic wonders of childhood.
http://crows-feet.blogspot.com/2011/09/way-to-armadillos.html
Michelle - Your tale of the armadillos is priceless. Everyone should read this.
Thanks Mimi. :-)
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