My mother thought I was a kind, loving and sensitive child when I was three years old
so she was horrified when she walked into my bedroom one day and saw me hitting my
toy doll. I kept throwing it around the room, bashing it against the wall deliberately. My
mum wanted an explanation for my evil ways against this doll and she soon found out
why. The baby doll was too lifelike, it cried like a real baby and laughed and pulled faces
like a real baby and I found it immensely irritating.
Visiting the museum and seeing some children's old toys made me remember the story
that my mother had told me. I don't remember that day and I don't have the doll any
more but I started to wonder about the toys I play with now. My favourite is a dog and
his name is Benji, I've had him since I was a baby. He makes me happy and safe and
he goes nearly everywhere with me. If I go on holiday then Benji goes on holiday too.
He doesn't bark if you switch him on or move if you press a certain button. He's just a
normal little teddy bear. Benji always says what I want, when I want because I am his
Of course I loved playing with my toys when I was younger and I still do but as I am
growing older I am getting more into electronic games like my Nintendo DS. Seeing the
toys at the museum also made me question how much modern technology has changed
toys over the years. I reckon a lot of toys are the same today as they were a hundred
years ago, they're just updated. And while modern technology has given me my
Nintendo, I wonder if it should have left some other toys alone, like the hideous life-like
baby doll that did such a good job of interfering with my own creativity and imagination.
Also, while my Nintendo might be fashionable today, there'll be something new to take
its place tomorrow. But while my Nintendo might be taken over by something new,
nothing will ever replace my cherished little Benji because not only is Benji my favourite
toy, he's also my very best friend.