Colin

Colin was tall, beautiful dark skin and bald. His bald head was so smooth. He was always there if I was upset, scared or needed someone to play with. He would watch me for hours playing with my toys. He loved wearing different hats. He was very peaceful. My family liked him too but would sometimes laugh at me and him in a very endearing way. My nan would chat to him too. He was there every night to see me when I walked up the staircase to go to bed. Colin was part of our big old house and Colin went with the house when it was demolished to make way for a carpark. I can't remember when Colin wasn't Colin anymore, if it was gradual or all of a sudden I realised one day that he was really the end pillar of a staircase. I was told I named him Colin as I was trying to pronounce 'column'.  I would really like to see Colin again, to see if those memories come back and to see what I saw again through the eyes of a child.