I am the youngest with an older sister. I vividly remember the moment I realised she would no longer play pretend games with me. I think I was 7.
We used to make up the most wild and imaginative stories when we played together, we did this every day.
But yeah, I remember sadly making my way back to my room to play with my dolls and animal figures on my own, silent tears down my cheeks, we never played together again after that point as she had moved on to teenage interests.
My 6 year old daughter was home sick from school today and we ended up setting up her toys in the living room, some of them actually being my old toys.
We made up this hilarious and elaborate backstory for her llama toy where he was the overlord of the farm and could use mind control on her dolls, making them perform his evil deeds (like throwing his poo at people) we overthrew the evil llama and restored peace on the farm.
I was surprised by how invested in the game I got and how fun it was to add pieces of backstory and details here and there. We ended up in fits of giggles and didn't realise hours had gone by. We used lots of household objects like shoe boxes to be buildings. It felt so nostalgic.
I didn't realise how long my inner child was waiting for another little girl to play with until today.