Dear Maria201711,
Since you've asked me to tell you about my early years, here it is:
My childhood was kind of boring and dull until one life-changing present.
My parents were always busy and didn't have any time to spare. At first I was really lonely, but then, as a godsend, I've received a brand new dollhouse from my grandparents as a gift. After I've got it, I've instantly unpacked and placed in on my large desk.
It was really beautiful, even untouched by the time itself! I've even took some roses from our garden, dolls I've been collecting long time ago and tried to decorate it as fancy as possible. When my work was done, before my eyes there was a stunning dollhouse- no, a masterpiece from a fairy tale! I still remember these delicate doors and windows, lots of pastel colors starting from the faint, almost white bluish colours mixed with some pink and white here and there, how I've putted dolls inside, and played with them.
Yet after some time the roses wilted away which was quite sad, but then, I've just replaced them with fake ones, with the help of my grandparents of course..
When I turned 13, I've neglected it, yet I don't have heart to cast it away. It brings back so many memories of my childhood..
Best regards,
Your best pen friend,
Ann.