Once upon a time, in the distant past of Youth Gone By, there were two little girls who loved to play with Barbie dolls.
And then they grew up, and moved on to other kinds of entertainments, and the Barbie dolls lay for a long time, patiently waiting for a chance to see the light of day again.
And the girls, on one particularly homework-free weekend, pulled the box of Barbie dolls out of long-term storage and began to sort through them.
Thinking to themselves, "One day, our children will want to play with these."
And as they took out each doll, they called it by name, and remembered the stories they had acted out with the dolls, and all the adventures they'd imagined, and all the clothes they'd worn.
And it was a pleasant afternoon.
For all of us.
2 comments:
I do that at least once a month with my old checkbook registers!
I guess shared Barbie stories are one thing Braelyn missed, not having a sister. As for me, I remember the entire front living room in California being turned into a Barbie fest, with Sears catalogs being covered with washcloths for beds. I remember GI Joe's HQ and Jeep being used as Barbie-and-Joe's house and car.
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