When I was between the ages of 8-10 (possibly younger) I would make little books for my dolls. I'd illustrate and color the inside. Before I had my big fancy dollhouse that my Mom commissioned specially for me, I would build dollhouses out of Golden Books. Rooms with doors and second floors. The Golden Book Dollhouse would take up the entire floor of my bedroom. I would leave it up for days since it took so long to build. Then, when it was time, I would meticulously dismantle it. With care.
I miss that quiet play. The focus of doing nothing else but creating something that was mine only. Even if it was only for a short while.
I still have the books that I made for my dolls.
I still have the memories.
