All of us had our own childhood fiddles. We loved, we cared for, we talked to and we did every act of the day with it. Oh wait: it wasn't IT, right? we had given names and defined (it) male/female...whatever....Barbies, G I Joes, Smurfs, hot wheels, or just Teddy bears!
Well, mine was brown colored Teddy which I haven't let my mother dump yet, (neither washed :P)
makes me feel nostalgic of the times we didn't have to think. Neither care about what we talked, nor have definite schedules or any responsibilities!...Gone are those days!...but feels good to meet our childhood fiddle again!
which one did you have and what did you call it???
enjoy a cute story of this girl and her fiddle!
Well, mine was brown colored Teddy which I haven't let my mother dump yet, (neither washed :P)
makes me feel nostalgic of the times we didn't have to think. Neither care about what we talked, nor have definite schedules or any responsibilities!...Gone are those days!...but feels good to meet our childhood fiddle again!
which one did you have and what did you call it???
enjoy a cute story of this girl and her fiddle!
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