It’s almost Christmas, and the incessant toy commercials are a frightening reminder of another funny and traumatizing story…
I DONT PLAY WITH DOLLS! Teddies, action figures sure, but not dolls… And I had no idea why… Until a few years ago they brought back a doll from the 80’s… And I remembered…
OOPSIE DAISY DOLL
Christmas of 1988, a decade before the tickle me Elmo fad, the doll of the year was the “Oopsie Daisy Doll.”
My poor dad stood in line from 4am at Canadian tire to get that doll, and he got it.
Christmas morning I saw a large, rectangular box, and I opened
It. There was a doll the same size as me, with blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes.
Dad put the batteries in her and placed her on the floor to crawl for me…
As she began crawling, her head would look side to side and blink her giant eyes at you, while doing this she’d say “mama, mama”
I was so enchanted, my doll was alive, she turned her head to me, blinked her big blue eyes… AND HER HEAD FELL RIGHT OFF! as it hit the ground the doll still said “mama,” and then began crying. Within the two seconds the head fell and the demon doll still spoke I screamed my head off and ran to my room. Even the sight of that doll and id scream bloody murder…
Needless to say, I didn’t play with dolls after that!
