There was this doll that I wanted so badly... I needed it. I was just 8 years old, and at that age, we want everything and we have to have it, at any cost! Everyone just thought that the doll was some type of toy, or even just one more barbie to put in some box, but for me it was more than that - a passion. She was so special, so beautiful, I was amazed and I urgently needed that doll.
My mother wouldn't buy me the doll, and as I was only 8 years old, and didn't know what I was doing, I had a little fight with her, and even shouted at her. I can't believe I did that, but I was so addicted to that doll, I really wanted it.
Well, at the end of each day, I kept thinking about her, and gave her a name: Julie. She was simply beautiful: blue eyes, blond and curly hair... she had a beautiful white dress, with blue flowers all over, she also had a tiara on her hair, simply amazing! Her shoes were blue, with a flower on them too.
Why did I need that doll? I don't know... she was special -I just needed it!
After two weeks of begging, my mother bought me Julie! She just did it to shut me up, but it was extremely important to me. Julie was mine. That was the most exciting feeling of all. After that, I couldn't stop looking at her face, and admiring her clothes. Julie was my best friend.
To those people who don't know what meaning a simple doll can have in a child's life: A simple doll can change a simple life, and it changed mine...
by Lucy Gouveia (Class 8)
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