No i did not.

I tried to let the barbies i got as gifts ( and hated but i got the same as my niece ) fly. And was forbidden to ever cremate a toy again.

I drew with my blood ( from tooth that were loose )on balloons. Wanted to make a sort of necronomicon. My mother trew them away every time. I hated that it never got finished.

I would play war in the garden. My nephew lived next to us so he was the enemy. I loved those guns that make real sound from a round red filling to put in the gun. Had a lot off them.

I remember my granddad working with a scyth and to keep my away he said he was the grim reaper ( we call him pietje ) and made his voice low. I did not go away. I loved it when he would turn if i sneaked up to him and take some steps to follow me as the reaper.

And i played with my dog / cat.

I think there is a simple explaination why girls in the past used to dream of their weddings, and that isn’t such a thing anymore: because it was the one time, the one event where they saw a woman actually being the focus of everything and getting what she wants.

I did not. Marriage was never my dream, ever. But here we are, because my now husband wanted a wedding. I caved at 45.