Not many things freak me out. But, for some reason, dolls do. I’ve never had a “Chucky” experience, nor have I seen so much as a head spin, or eye wink. Still, there is something eerie about anything that looks remotely human and stares back at you.

I’ve often wondered if there is some sort of doll soul in there that just KNOWS. With that in mind, I have always treated dolls and stuffed animals with some sort of respect. You never know when you may be attacked once your back is turned… It hasn’t happened yet… YET!

Meanwhile, I remain guarded around “innocent” little dollies…

Let it be known, however, that my brother and I abused G.I. Joe mercilessly by tying him to the tire swing, winding him up so tight he exploded off into the potato patch. One day, I will be hunted down, Rambo-style, by an angry 9″ G.I. looking for revenge in the worst way… You’ll find me in the potato patch head first in the dirt with my feet sticking up out of the ground like some humanoid plant.

Childhood was such fun…

Beware of angry dolls!

Tj