Age Rating: 1 +
One Easter a very long time ago, I received a rag doll. This doll was quite unusual. Because I was selfish, I said I did not like it because it was all ripped up. The doll had pink hair in pig tails, a tattered dress, and plain arms and legs. It was a little over a foot in length. The strangest part about this doll was that it only had two eyes, not a mouth, or a nose! I thought it was terrible that whoever made that doll couldn't even give it a whole face! This disturbed me as a child because I had only received the plastic manufactured dolls.
However, I was not stupid. I knew that rag dolls existed. But because I was stubborn, I told my parents I hated the doll. After that, I would secretly play with the doll everyday. It had strangely become my favorite toy! After all the fuss I put up, I knew I could not admit to liking the doll.
One day, my parents saw me playing with the doll in my room. They asked why a change of spirit had overcome me. I froze up. My mind went blank! How could I explain that it had become my favorite toy when I had made a fit about how much I hated is before? This may seem like a rather dull problem, but for a mere toddler it was as big as they got!
In a panic, I quickly plotted my plan. In knowing the doll was quite fragile because it was only made of rags, I tore off the right arm. My parents scolded me for being so cruel to the tattered play thing. I was devastated, but not because my parents yelled at me. I was devastated because I just hurt something I loved!
After crying and hugging the poor old doll, I found a pink marker. Pink was my favorite color at the time, and still is. I then drew a nose and a smile on the doll. Pleased, I went downstairs to show my mother what I had done. The doll was finally complete, and the best part of it was that it came with a story. My rag doll's name is Strawberry, and I still have her.
There are many morals in this story. One being, do not hurt those that you love. Another one is that do not judge a book by its cover. You may find a friend even in the most unlikely characters. Frankly, I can't explain what the lesson in drawing on the face is. All I can say is that it taught me something I cannot quite put my finger on. Strawberry is in the hearts and souls of all who have acted like me at one point in their lives. She is a tattered soul who was hurt by a human's hatred, and healed by human's love.
*this is a true story of an even that happened in my younger childhood*