{"id":447,"date":"2015-11-17T17:02:13","date_gmt":"2015-11-18T00:02:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/a1lieblang\/?p=447"},"modified":"2016-05-04T14:07:47","modified_gmt":"2016-05-04T21:07:47","slug":"447","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/a1lieblang\/2015\/11\/17\/447\/","title":{"rendered":"Do You Remember?"},"content":{"rendered":"

In The Interpretation of Dreams, <\/em>Freud claims that some children who are attached to their stuffed animals or dolls would at one point, wish that they became alive. Speaking on behalf of my childhood-self, I must say that this holds true and that this theory reminds me greatly of my own experience..which I will now share.<\/p>\n

My mother once told me that at night, when the clock strikes past twelve and the children are all sleeping, the dolls\u00a0in the household\u00a0would come to life. However, if\u00a0the\u00a0dolls sensed that even one child was awake, they would retreat back into their\u00a0lifeless form. (Sounds like Toy Story, yeah?)\u00a0As a child hearing this,\u00a0I wanted to witness this magical event, but I could never\u00a0keep myself awake long enough. Despite this, there were numerous instances where I had awoken in the middle of the night and could have sworn to hear faint murmurs and laughter. The dolls that I had were outside in the living room, one wall and corridor apart from the bedroom. On one particular night, I had awoken again and could hear from the bedroom wall, the same joyful, tiny, laughter and conversation. At this point, one may reason that it was my parents who were watching television outside, but let me assure you, they were not.\u00a0At that time, we lived in\u00a0a\u00a0one-bedroom complex and\u00a0my parents\u00a0were already\u00a0sound asleep\u00a0next to me. Taking on the adventurous spirit found in\u00a0most children, I\u00a0lurked outside, venturing into the\u00a0living room. I was convinced I would finally be able to\u00a0“meet” my dolls in person, yet, the voices began to\u00a0fade\u00a0into silence as I\u00a0slowly entered the room.\u00a0Perhaps it\u00a0was simply\u00a0the lack of\u00a0logical thinking\u00a0(especially late at night and the influence of my mother’s tale)\u00a0or memory that caused me to look at the placement\u00a0of where I had last left my dolls (sitting in a row, backs against the wall, bums on the\u00a0couch)\u00a0and\u00a0notice that one or two of them were out of place.\u00a0(I will take any possibility of paranormal activity out of this situation, as I simply hate\u00a0and fear the paranormal)\u00a0After fixing\u00a0their posture, I headed back to the bedroom and\u00a0pretended to sleep.\u00a0I had hoped to catch my dolls “in action” once more, however, as the time passed, nothing but silent snoring could be heard and\u00a0I began to fall asleep.\u00a0I made several more attempts the following days, all of which had failed miserably.\u00a0The desire\u00a0to see my dolls alive had then also moved on.<\/p>\n

For many individuals, imagination is at its “peak” during their early\u00a0years.\u00a0Why must this ability fade as we get older?\u00a0Of course,\u00a0more\u00a0responsibilities\u00a0are adopted as we age,\u00a0but this does not mean that we must altogether abandon imagination and creativity. For myself, I simply enjoyed the freedom to create, whether it be a silly character or situation. This passion has transformed into a hobby which drives me to\u00a0express my imagination through my artwork and graphic novels (enjoyable to any person of age). Perhaps so many of us have trouble\u00a0interacting with children and keep up with their mentality as we have long forgotten the process of our own imaginative thinking when we were once their age.<\/p>\n

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