Story #1

STORY #1

Title of my Story: Caterpillar Doll

Genre:

Logline: It was my favorite doll that I will never throw away no matter what.

 

My Story:

On my 6^th birthday, my dad gave me a caterpillar doll as a present. It was pretty long, about a head shorter than my full height, and its pudgy body was divided into colorful segments with a pair of legs at the side of each segment. Its face was wide; a huge smile was stitched onto it along with a pair of big oval eyes and a red, hard round nose. On its head, two antennas protruded out and at the tip of each antenna was a small yellow ball of cotton. I used to think that it was cute and it had been my favorite ever since I got my hands on it. Every night I fell asleep holding or hugging it. I won’t be able to fall asleep fast without it. When my family and I went for a trip out of town, I always made sure to bring it along.  

 

Years passed and my caterpillar doll dulled in color. Its nose along with its antennas had fallen off. It looked dirty and ugly. Even so it still felt the same when I hugged it. My mom kept on urging me to keep it in the storage room or worse, to throw it away. Both my mom and I know that it’s not happening. I had grown too attached to it. In response, I’ll either hide it in my wardrobe or I’ll straight out say no and the argument usually stopped there. But one day, I made her really mad. I was playing around with my siblings and our room became dirty. My caterpillar doll happened to be in the room as usual and some of the dirt had stuck onto it. My mom grew furious and she forced me to throw it away. I was scared of her but I don’t have the heart to leave it in the trash. So I decided to pretend that I got rid of it but I actually hid it somewhere in the house.

Not long after, I was over with my exams for that year. The results were quite impressive and my mom promised to get me one thing that I really wanted as a reward. I thought long and hard about it but I couldn’t decide. There were a lot of things that I wanted that time! Then my mom asked if I wanted a replacement for my caterpillar doll. That made me froze. My mom had not found out where I hid it! I felt victorious with a tinge of guilt. Since I was a good kid I couldn’t bear hiding something from my mom. I realized that I can’t hide it forever so I mustered up the courage to spill it out to her.

Her reaction was flat, as if she knew I was lying. I felt somewhat relieved. In the end, the reward I got for the exams was my beloved caterpillar doll back in my room.