Post #3169764

@lizzard@social.tchncs.de @foolishowl@social.coop @KatyElphinstone@mas.to I never got to understand what’s the point playing those games about pretending to be a family(in my childhood, it was named daughters-mothers) with someone: I have my normal life to be told what I have to do and participate in daily life. With the toys, I’ve never been interested in repeating daily life something or playing marriage/courtship whatever. My doll was mounting a deer to arrive on the quest to save an elephant from a witched castle, or to return a stolen treasure to the kingdom and so on. With other kids, playing toys, I just immersed in creating the scene: inventing houses and furniture from boxes, blocks and whatever we had, crafting capes from napkins, etc. In kindergarten, we were supposed to sleep after the lunch, but after being punished several times for staying awake(not wandering around even - just laying with my eyes open), I just started to close my eyes and start creating a story, an adventure in my head. It would feature some things I heard(or later read - as I learned to read at five, and was reading well till the end of kindergarten, and was just devouring books) in fairy tales and adventure stories, but I would try to create my own adventure, with the final that I want. I wouldn’t call that lack of imagination. But yeah, when I got asked to play daughters-mothers, I would be lost: what am I supposed to do, as my imagination refuses to work around those boring things