April 24, 2009
Roane Swindon 2:51 PM memories24 April 2009
When I was a little girl (not that I'm not still little!), I had one favourite soft toy that stands out in my head more than any of the others.
My dad came home one day, and told me a long sad story about this frog that was left on the side of the road, all alone, who had no one in the whole world, and begged to come home with him. The story goes that he brought him home as a friend for me.
To be honest, there is not much that I remember about that doll - just that I loved it a lot, it was green, was a Kermit the Frog doll, and that he had long dangly legs.
I can picture myself walking into the shopping centre that day, clutching him to my chest, long legs dangling over my forearms, head resting on my shoulder. I probably promised to look after him, as my parents probably warned me that I would lose him, and I probably demanded to take him with, as most little children do sometimes.
I think I keep finding myself standing in front of the chocolate stand because that's where I lost him - I left him there and when I came back he was gone. So I keep returning to the chocolate shelves, looking for my long lost toy, and leaving, clutching instead a chocolate.
If I had not lost him there, would I need chocolate as much as I seem to do!? (".)