Question of the day.

What was your favourite toy growing up?

My answer:

I guess I’ve written about my favourite toy sometime earlier on my blog, but since I don’t even remember myself where it was, I guess it could be very recently. OK, so my most favourite toy ever was a teddybear called Pimpuś. Apparently it wasn’t really a teddy bear, but a mouse, but at the time I was when I got him, I was crazy about bears so it could be anything and I would call it a bear. Besides it looked so that it was easy to confuse with a bear. His name was Pimpuś. He was just an average, medium sized stuffed animal, with a rather long and funny-looking tail, with which I liked to fidget. I got him from my grandma’s friend who really liked me for some reason. Pimpuś was a great comforter for me and I liked to sleep with him, I slept with him all the time. I rarely played with him though, he was just a cuddly toy for me. When I went to school, or to nursery actually, I didn’t take him with me because I didn’t want him to “stink” like it, so I had to live without him for weeks in a row at the boarding school, but when I was home I was sleeping with him every night. Even as a teen I still had him sitting on my bed and keeping me company, until Misha replaced him. No one can vie with Misha, haha. So now Pimpuś is on his well deserved retirement, and it is visible that he has been through a lot. He has undergone over three surgeries, and is now living peacefully on one of my shelves, watching over my room from high above. I must say that I never really played like an average kid, unless I had to. I remember it being a bit of a concern for some reason for my grandma, who therefore used to buy me lots of dolls and accessories for them, hopeful that it will encourage me to play “the right way”. I was always very interested in them whenever I was getting them but only for a short while, and then they were gathering dust, unless they were sort of figurines, then I played with them a lot. I much preferred playing with balls – glass balls or metal balls, like from wheel bearings, – small porcelain figurines, things that I thought looked interesting, or my Dad’s garrage accessories, as well as things like shells or stones or such. I still have a huge collections of all sizes of glass and metal balls, and a huge box with other things I used to play with. I liked to make up stories, and I used my synaesthesia to base them on. For those of you who don’t know or don’t remember, my synaesthesia is auditory-tactile, so that when I hear a word, or sometimes even a single sound, I associate it with some tactile stimulus, or even a few sometimes, and vice versa, when I hold something in my hand or feel something, I can easily match it with word(s) that I associate with it. So while I was playing with all those things, I could easily think of all different sorts of words that I could associate with them, and made up very intricate stories with them, in which even I myself often got lost. While I created a story, I either just fidgeted with those things in my hands (I guess it was some sort of a sensorism), or illustrated the story with them – like imagined that those things are people, or other characters/objects I needed in the plot. Sometimes I played with them in a more conventional way, like my Dad made a little sort of toy stage for me and I played that my figurines or balls were acting or singing or whatever, or I played normal stuff like hospital or school but just with these things, but that was quite rarely.

How about your favourite toy? 🙂