Thoughts on life from Pat Oaks
Many years ago, when I was in elementary school, we had what we called "Doll Day." The day we went back to school after Christmas, all of us could take the doll we got for Christmas to school. We each stood in front of the class, showed our dolls and told the doll's name. The boys, of course, brought trucks or whatever it was boys got back then. For some reason though, all of us, including the teachers, called it "doll day."
When I was in the sixth grade, (I was 11 years old,) I got up to go to school after Christmas break, so excited to take my doll to school like I always had. When I walked into my classroom with my doll cuddled close, NO ONE ELSE HAD BROUGHT THEIR DOLL.....or their truck or baseball or baseball glove or ANYTHING!
I ducked my head, shuffled to my desk and shoved my sweet dollie underneath my seat.
After school I grabbed my doll and ran home. Of course Mother thought it was hilarious. I didn't. I was very very sad. I figured there must be some sort of unwritten rule that after the 5th grade, there was no longer a "doll day."
Of course I can laugh about it today, but when I told the story to Tommy and John boy, they both got tears in their eyes. Instead of an 80 year old wife and Mother, they saw a little blonde haired, innocent 11 year old girl running excitedly to school, clutching her doll.