Well, for me, believing, or at least pretending, that my dolls are real little people with personalities and histories all their own is what makes them fun and special. If my dolls were just pretty things that stood on a shelf, no different from an attractive vase of flowers or some other decorative object, I wouldn't enjoy them even half as much as I do now. Sure, I'm an adult and I know (or at least, I'm pretty sure [img]wink.gif[/img] ) that dolls are not real and don't have feelings, but it's much more fun to pretend that they do. And when I take the time to think up a story/background/personality for a doll, I do tend to get an emotional attachment to her (some dolls more than others, I will admit!) and I don't like to think of one of my dolls being sent off to be used for parts or abused. Because I put time and effort and imagination into her, I would want her new owner to do the same.

originally posted by *The*Paranoid*Pumpkin*:
I don't think it's anything to be embarrassed about, or mentally instable to love a doll and think their real, the way children do. Isn't that why people treasure childhood so much... because there was endless magical possibilities.....anything was possible, until some boring adult came along and busted the bubble or the peer pressue of pubelecsent coolness dissolved it?
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">I think that's a beautiful way to put it. Thanks so much, Paranoid Pumpkin! [img]smile.gif[/img] My childhood was about a million times more fun than adulthood is, and I miss believing in those endless magical possibilities. I miss being able to just slip away completely to an imaginary world and not feel silly doing it. My dolls help me to remember some of that old feeling. [img]graemlins/heart.gif[/img]