It's time for a new installment in the Museum of Me and this month it's…
It’s the season of gifting and in response the Museum of Me exhibit has been updated accordingly. In other words, today I’m talking about the best gift(s) I’ve ever received. To set the stage, I’m only considering Christmas and I’m only considering my childhood years . . .
It was Christmas 1972. I was 7 years old. And I got an indoor playhouse. I still remember coming downstairs that Christmas morning and seeing it set up by the fire place and instantly falling in love. It was heavy cardboard covered in printed plastic to make it look like a little house. The front side had a door with a window (with shutters that closed) next to it. There was also a window on the back and the roof had a hinged window that you could open and (spoiler alert) pop up out of to . . . surprise everyone.
It was not something I had asked for but it was perfect for me. I suggested that I could take all of my unopened gifts inside and open them from there. As you may have guessed, my mother nixed that idea. But I did spend as much time in there as I could, both on that Christmas Day and in many many days to come. I put on puppet shows. I filled it with pillows and read books. I had tea parties with my imaginary friends.
Looking back, I realize that it was the perfect gift for introverted me. I could retreat when I needed to and come out when I had to. I wish I had a photo of it but I hope I described it enough so that you can picture it. And me inside of it, happy as can be.
Thanks for visiting this month’s exhibit.