May 13, 2011 @ 10:24 pm (Permalink)
I’m still in the process of sorting out my belongings in my room. My room is still a junkyard, but it’s slowly transforming into “Boxland”. During my cleaning, I opened up this old shoe box that was sitting on top of my CD/DVD cabinet. I couldn’t remember what was in that box, but when I opened it, I was greeted to the few mementos I’ve kept.
These items were from the time when I owned an American Girl doll. Daddy had got me a “My American Girl Doll” for Christmas. I hadn’t wanted a Molly or a Samantha doll, but I’d got their clothes and accessories. I had so much fun dressing her up in historical or modern outfits. My friends and I’d play with her and do her hair, and everything. It’s so weird. I was such a girl back then, but now I’m the opposite. I could careless about dressing up and make-up and fashion . . . it just shows how much I’ve changed from a child to an adult.
What you see above is what’s left of my American Girl doll phase. They might seem like junk to other people, but to me, they are a representation of me, a symbolism of my childhood. I’ve kept those few things all these years, and I’m glad I did because I can use the opportunity now to take a snapshot and write a blog entry to document these memories. And I’m doing it with a heavy heart because I plan to trash them when I finish this entry. I’m just glad I stopped myself to do all this, though. I’d like to keep some memories in whatever form I can.