Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Catherine M

I was around 4 years old, living in a native community called Allenwater where my father was a teacher. I was in the one room schoolhouse, surrounded by teenagers. I had my favourite doll with me, a Cabbage Patch doll named Sarah. They started to make fun of me and my doll. Suddenly one of the teenagers grabbed Sarah and laughed a...nd jeered, passing the doll around to the rest of the group above my head. I jumped and reached for my doll, shouting "give her back!" Eventually Sarah was returned to me. My mother later explained that the reason they had behaved this way was because they never had toys like I had since their families were poorer than us. Then I felt very sorry for them, wishing they had toys too.

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