However, as I sift through my Barbies each week to decide which plastic doll will be the young girl's reward, I become slightly nostalgic. As a child , I rarely played with Barbies, and even when I did... it was quite... unorthodox with the manner how I played with them. I never asked my mum to buy me dolls. It was something people just gave it to me because I was a girl. Yet , I clearly remember one Barbie doll that I wanted so badly.
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| Beautiful, huh? *___* |
I had never seen a Barbie so beautiful and unique as that , that I actually wanted one...
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| La Barbie de Iberia... que bonita! |
"You have so many at home you don't play with! No!" " But mom.... She's different..."
I must admit, that wasn't the only time, I begged my mom for a Barbie...
In the summer of 2007, we went back to India... and my beloved Barbie was still there. A fifteen year old then, I begged my mother and was denied again.
And I've come to the conclusion... it wasn't just the Indian Barbie I gravitated to... it was those exotic ethnic Barbies...
When I was at Valencia, Spain, I was captivated by the Spanish Barbie. And of course, my penurious cousin declined my request.
Even this summer when I saw the Statue of Liberty, at the gift shop, not only they had a Statue of Liberty Barbie, but they had a beautiful Big Ben Barbie, and a chic Eiffel Tower Barbie. Of course, I didn't even bother to ask to buy those three dolls. I'm an eighteen year old, after all, and perhaps sometimes I should try to restrain my childhood fantasies...
| My favorite: Eiffel Tower. Hell, just get me that dress then, if not the Barbie.. |











