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This is David John Anderton. I got him when I was about 8 years old. I might have been 9. I remember saving my allowance for a long time, and I remember really wanting a Preemie, because I wanted a baby, and I knew the ones with long hair and pet dogs and ponies were NOT babies. I lived in Key West at the time, and I can’t remember the name of the department store where we went often. An entire aisle was reserved for Cabbage Patch Kids. My friend Kathy Bruening had something like 8 or 9 of them, an assortment of Preemies and older ones, AND she had a pony or two. At that age I knew better than to wish I had as much as her; I knew her dad was a chief in the Navy and made more than my dad, who was only a first class. E-5, I think is the designation. So Dad parsed out to me a weekly allowance that I stowed away in a special place to accrue. I knew this Cabbage Patch doll was going to mean a lot. 

I wanted an all-out Preemie, one with no hair whatsoever. I remember as we passed through that aisle I saw the one I wanted with the perfectly bald head. However, when I finally saved enough money to afford one, the money was already burning a serious hole in my pocket, and my parents took me to the department store. I could have waited, I suppose, but I did not want to take the chance of all of the dolls being sold out forever. I hoped and prayed that my Preemie Cabbage Patch was still there.

Alas, he was not. I wanted a brown-eyed boy because I had brown eyes. But all those were sold out, and not a lot of Preemies had been stocked that day. So, I pretty much had my choice of the coiffed, full-grown dolls or the Aryan Preemies. I knew I still wanted a Preemie. I was 5 pounds, 4 ounces when I was born, and I wanted someone little like me, so that’s what I got. 

He’s still in good condition. I mean, he’s 23 years old, and he’s moved several times, and I’m sure Frank got a hold of him a few times while we were growing up. In fact, David John was best friends with my brother’s teddy bear, Allen. I hope Frank still has Allen.

The first time I changed David’s diaper, the fastening tape got stuck on the plastic of the diaper, so I ripped the diaper, and I couldn’t replace the tape, and Frank was out of diapers by that time. (My parents potty-trained early.) And I wasn’t about to ask my parents to buy diapers for my UNALIVE doll. So David doesn’t have a diaper.

I TRIMMED MY NON-DEAD doll’s hair regularly. The hair is made out of regular braided yarn, so I would unbraid the yarn and brush it, and if the yarn frayed, I would trim off the strays and give him a nice, clean cut. I’d shape his hair to make it stand straight up, and I would cut it straight across to make it look like a military cut. 

He went to sleep with me, and I’d give him kisses good night. From my bedroom window, we watched the neighborhood: kids playing, cars pulling in and out of the parking lot. We got to watch that one hurricane back in 1985? Something like that.

He came with me to BYU. I figured I would need the company and someone to talk to. And having him around would be closest thing to co-ed living I’d experience at that time. Are you believing any of this paragraph? I did NOT still talk to my doll when I was 18 years old. But he did still have sentimental value. Of course I took him along, because it was like having a part of home with me 2,000 miles away from my family and best friends.

If I could still fit into my clothes from 23 years ago, I’d probably still have them. Some may say keeping David isn’t all that practical. I disagree: he sure holds a lot of memories. And, he sure does make a great profile pic.

For the past few years, he was in storage. Then Mom sent him to me a little while back. I can’t even think of throwing him away. 

I am definitely NOT 8 years old in this photo.

The Remainder

Assignment 9: A
Assignment 11: A (the professor graciously sent me a copy to submit and study from)
Assignments 18 – 24: A The fun part about those last seven assignments is I got to turn in some of my writing. Maybe he slaughtered it, and that’s fine. I need the feedback.

Professor’s comment from Assignment 8: Amazingly accurate. You read my my mind, or you know your stuff.
Little does he know about the classes in mindreading I’ve taken.

I’m off to take the midterm, then I’m going to work. That is, my job.
I’ll schedule my final today, too. I’ll probably take it late next week.

Happy green Monday, everyone.