when i was a little girl i wasn’t necessarily interested in all the things that fall into the “little girl” category. my favorite place to be was the sandbox in our shared back yard, or climbing trees and fences. my favorite outfit was a baseball cap, my old worn overalls (with tons of pockets for all sorts of things i’d squirrel away), and comfy sneakers. my favorite toys were dinosaurs (still are), legos, lincoln logs and gi joes. i loved matchbox cars and remote control racers. oh, i had quite a few squashy stuffed animals (some of them still kept today) that were cherished and loved. and the requisite my little pony treasure trove…but those were for my toy soldiers to ride on, of course. or to stage battles in the sandbox.
i had barbie dolls, of course, but was always pretty much ambivalent towards them. the ken dolls were disturbing to look at or play with and usually ended up decapitated or torn to pieces for realistic ‘casualties of war’ or so my dinosaurs had something to nom nom nom on (jurassic park toys were the best, and my dream come true at age 12). the barbies got painted or drowned or at the very least an interesting haircut. the clothes and fashions didn’t interest me. what did, were the tiny little accessories. barbie-doll-sized phones and furniture and foods. i loved dollhouses because everything miniature and exquisitely detailed fascinated me. barbies were cast aside routinely over organizing mini-closets and decorating faux-apartments (side note: i converted my daddy’s old liquor cabinet to a deluxe barbie house when i was 10, mainly to showcase all the tiny appliances and furniture).
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