From web essay "I Promised My Dolls" by Lynda Williams.
I gathered the dolls we'd dressed and given personalities into my arms, and swore to them, and to myself, an oath. I would not see them die. I could not.
It seems ridiculous now. And I am not sure that the slow bloomer I was, then, would recognize in the Okal Rel Universe the survival of her childhood passion. It is not "the game" now, it's "the saga" and instead of a playmate I have a co-author, and publisher. But looking back, I think I can honestly tell my younger self that I honored the spirit of her promise. The people and the stories have evolved. Grown up. But they still touch the same place in my heart and mind.
Lynda was exceptionally committed to make-believe, both as a child and as a teen. It was during the teen years that the medium of her story-telling moved from live role-playing to barbie dolls. But Lynda's barbies didn't dress up for shopping sprees. They were Reetion superheroes living among humans, on Earth, to save the world from Gelack infiltrators. Reality Skimming, and a mores sophisticated Gelion, started to evolve in her last two years of high school.