I was in primary school. I loved to set up my doll house in one small corner of our drawing-room and play in solitude for days. The play would go on hours till an adult would interject and ask me to do something productive.
As I grew up, my love for my dolls also grew stronger. I would have been 9, when my parents did get a little concerned over my overindulgence with dolls. They would now get a little impatient with my occupancy in that little corner of our drawing-room.
I began to feel that they are unhappy with my play.
Well, my love to play with my doll house was beyond measure. I decided to take my doll house to one little corner of our huge terrace. I could again play for hours with my dolls. Any approaching adult from family would threaten by asking me to stop the play and get back to studies.
Guilt of playing with dolls also started to settle in me as the adults repeatedly reiterated that my play is age inappropriate.
Soon, with onset of adolescence, the nature of play changed and obsession with dolls resolved too.
When I reflect back, there were other forms of play in school and in the neighbourhood. And each bit of play did influence my thoughts and emotions. I would soon be sharing more such experiences. And thereby built ideas on play therapy and ways to engage our children when they play.
Readers, share your childhood experiences of play. Significant or insignificant, don’t worry!