As a child I loved to sneak into the attic room at my
Grandfather’s home to explore and play with the wonderful things found there. I also loved to play with Aunties' beautiful brushes, combs, and blue enamel talcum powder jar, I sat on her bench looked in her mirror and brushed my hair.
What was I doing? I was
pretending to be an adult and getting to know the adults that I loved through
their things.
Somethings do not change, when our granddaughters
come to visit they often ask to play with my shoes, costume jewelry and
scarves. They playing dress up and
playing at being adults.
What memories do you have playing at being an adult?
How do your (grand)children
practicing being an adult?
Grandma Snyder
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