As a child, I had a lot of toys. They were mostly soft teddy bears, rabbits, mice, interactive dogs and cats. There were also many dolls of different sizes, colours and skills. I had one doll which could talk. The other doll could walk and dance. I liked all my toys and I took good care of them. However, if I were asked which my favourite toy was, I would answer a sewing machine. It might sound strange but as a child, I liked making new and fashionable clothes for my dolls. I often asked my mum to knit something for them, for example, a scarf or a dress. When it came to sewing I wanted to do it by myself and I even tried to use my grandmother’s complicated and huge sewing machine. When my father learned what I want most for the New Year, he decided to surprise me. On the next January 1st, when me and my brother woke up, we found a nice kid’s sewing machine and a toy machine gun under the bed. I was so happy that I started sewing different pieces of clothing for my dolls immediately. Nobody was allowed to touch this machine except me. All my cousins and friends were jealous. They wanted to have the same toy or at least to have a chance to play with mine. Although it was a toy machine, it had all the necessary features, which adult sewing machines have. I now could make real doll dresses or skirts. My dolls seemed to be also grateful for such fashionable clothes. I couldn’t thank my father more. I think it was a rather generous gift. Since then I’ve had many other toys but none as good as this sewing machine.
