“Where the hell is Barbie?” was all I kept thinking when I was at Wal-Mart the other day and decided to take a stroll down memory lane a.k.a. the toy aisle. Bikes, board games and stuffed animals, but Barbie was nowhere to be found. A dark cloud then settled over what should’ve been the happiest aisle of any store.
OK, I know that was a bit dramatic, but you’ve got to understand that as a little girl, I reveled in taking trips down nearly every toy aisle I could find, searching for the newest and coolest Barbie dolls and accessories: Ken (yes, I thought of Ken as an accessory), extra ensembles, cars, airplanes, tour buses, dream houses — nothing was too good for my Barbies. And when I say Barbies, I’m also referring to Teresa, Christie, Skipper, Stacie and the rest of the gang.
Growing up, I owned just about every Barbie imaginable: Bead Blast Barbie, Workin’ Out Barbie, Twirling Ballerina Barbie–you name her, I probably had her. And being that I am the kind of ’90s girl that I am, Britney Spears, Mary-Kate and Ashley, Cher and Dionne from Clueless and all five Spice Girls were also part of my never-ending doll collection.
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