So when I got older, I didn't want to be sharing a room with sis anymore. I cleared the toyroom , donated what was in excess and wala! My personal bedroom. All the Barbieness was kept safely in boxes under my bed.
Few days ago I found myself looking around my room. What a change. Now it's full of clothes. Lots and lots of 'em. ;) Mum was persistent on not wasting anything, so I rummaged my wardrobe and set aside a huge bundle for charity. As I was doing that, my eye caught the stuff underneath the bed. And I've been pulling them out, getting the dust off and arranging them neatly. I was thinking of giving them away, maybe to a children's hospital or an orphanage. After I got everything assembled though, it felt really difficult to let go. These were the sweet childhood memories...plus they're all still in good shape..I asked my mum about it. When she looked at them, she told me to keep them. (yay!) Who knows when she finally has grand daughters they'd like to go to Mamatok's house to play with Barbie ;D
Just recently I told my bro to go through this stack of magazines I found, some were collectors' comics - to determine which ones he wanted so that we could recycle the rest. And out of the corner of my eye I saw him snickering to himself as he flipped them through. Afterwards he took all the magazines to his room! Guess I'm not the only one unwilling to part with precious memories =p
Before I store them once again for the unknown future, I can't help but take some pics. Here's a glimpse of my very girly2 childhood days :
To the ball with Barbies ;)
Why we hate mannikins,dummies and dolls - they look too good to be true =p
ps. Everyone's brought up differently, while good values in my opinion should matter, I don't see why toys should create such a fuss. In other words, non-Barbie fans - bite your tongue ;)