A Special Toy

Everyone, meet Jiska. She’s my special toy.

She was given to me by Sinterklaas, when I was 4 years old. In about 3 months time my mom would have a baby and my parents thought me having my own doll would be a good idea. It was.

From the moment I unpacked her I loved her. I didn’t want to put her down. She was always with me, even the first time I went to school after Sinterklaas. We all were allowed to bring one toy we got given, so Jiska was the one I chose to bring to school.

I can’t really remember if anything happened that day, but reality is, nobody was allowed to touch her. I remember when I was about 12 years old I dragged a friend out of the house by her hair because she would let Jiska alone.

Jiska

Jiska doesn’t “do” anything. She can’t pee, eat, cry, or whatever dolls can do these days. She has a cloth body and the only moveable thing is her eyes.

She’s currently in a box in the attic, but thankfully Jay knows just how important she still is to me, so he put the box on top of the pile. Making her accessible all the time.

I realised yesterday, when I took her out for photos her eyes are starting to go yellow. This makes me sad. I want her to have the white eyes she always had. So I guess it’s time to find someone who cleans and repairs toys for a living…

Jiska

This post was written for the link-up on the blogpost over at Tattooed Mummy.

8 Replies to “A Special Toy”

  1. I found the best toys are the ones that don’t ‘do’ anything. They are, and you do stuff with them. Babies, Giraffes, lego, bears, they don’t need lights and actions; that’s what we are there for!

    Cool post. 🙂

    1. I totally agree with you. The best toys are the ones where you can use your imagination. Toys that ‘do’ something will automatically push you in a certain direction. Which limits your imagination.

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