Because of Barbies
Because of Barbie when I was little girl I was able to make friends with other little girls very quickly. When it was just me and my sister we were able to play while making stories and songs together. Our Barbies were astronauts, archeologists and scientists. Their boyfriends were rarely Ken. They were escorted to charity balls by six inch tall Han Solo or G.I. Joes. Whenever we moved to a new neighborhood me and my sister would dig out our Barbie suitcase. This suitcase contained all of the clothes, shoes (that we could keep track of) and Barbies that my sister and I had collected over the years. This yell “They have Barbies!” Would ring out at some point throughout the neighborhood. Usually it was by some curious little girl who wanted to check out the new girls down the street. Because my dad was in the military we moved often. New friends were easily had by checking out our Barbie wardrobe and trading a set of heels or a plastic purse for a gown or skirt. Today I overheard the neighbor girls yell “They have Barbies! Go ask mom if we could play at the new girls house.” Because of my friendship with Barbie many years ago, I know my girls will be just fine because they have Barbie, her fabulous clothes, fantastic shoes, and her full sized G.I. Joe boyfriends.
