Tiny Tears Dolls and Tea Sets

Tiny Tears dolls and tea sets remind me of my childhood. My twin always wanted to play with them, for her own good. Not a girly girl, I was resentful and wanted to be Peter Pan. Not the Mary Martin Peter, but the boy peter, I was a big fan. I see those Tiny Tears dolls in antique stores and I want to barf. My twin wanted to dress up in dresses, sunglasses and a scarf. I wanted to stand on porch railings as my swashbuckler self. My stupid Tiny Tears doll sat alone, on a high up unused shelf. Tiny Tea sets also set me off, putting me in a rather angry mood. They held not even a whole drop of liquid, and barely any food. Tiny Tears dolls and tea sets. They are probably still up on the shelf. I was busy out in the woods, playing Robin Hood, or Bandit Elf. My childhood was amazing, in that I had an identical twin. We barely did anything together, for she was girly, and I was not. We can hardly decide on a matching shirt these days. I do not care, and she cares so much, she gets overwrought. So what did I snatch up upon my mother's death? That silly Tiny Tears doll and the blue flowered tea set. For even when I protest, and I do not even know why. They hold memories that I simply cannot give up or forget.