This post is one of the ones that Mercedes suggested for me to do, so thank you!
(Also, adding to the job search mentioned yesterday, I just set up an interview for tomorrow at 2 so wish me luck!)
When I was little, I tended to like stuffed animals more than Barbies. I'm not really sure why, but that's how I was. However, since I was a little girl, everyone would get be Barbie-related things. I had hundreds of outfits, dozens of Barbies, and possibly thousands of household furnishings. But for some reason, I was never given a house, a car, or a horse? I say "horse" specifically because my friend had a bunch and I was jealous, though I did have a few small cats and dogs. I had one toy chest for my toys and then one toy chest only for Barbie things, which was overflowing.
My dad had a bunch of left over wood flooring, that was in sheets. We didn't have wooden floors so I don't know where it came from or why he kept it leaning against the wall in the office, but he did. My mom never used computers and he was always gone, driving semi-trucks across the country and back, so the office was never used for anything except stamp storage so my mom could pay the bills.
So, the day he would leave, I would drag my Barbie chest into the office. I set up the wood flooring over the carpet in the office, so that the things I had would stand up with ease, and I set up their "houses" the way I wanted. I would also spend hours dressing up the Barbies in different clothes, but I never really played any games. I never made up any stories or anything. I just liked designing things and creating unique outfits. (Which is ironic since all I really wear now are jeans/shorts and a shirt.)
We had cats at that time, and a dog for part of it, so I could just close the door and leave them in the office until my dad came home (for a week about every 4-6 weeks). Then I would put it all away and wait until he left, before setting it up differently. I had so much stuff that I could never remember how it was before, so it always ended up being different.
When I was a little kid, my mom watched The Twilight Zone and they had an episode on there that I still remember pretty clearly. (Don't read the blue font if you don't want to know a play-by-play of it.)
Basically, a little girl never has the same babysitter twice, so she has yet another new girl to watch her while her parents go out for the billionth time. During the course of talking, the babysitter notices a massive Barbie collection in a glass case. The little girl warns her that they're alive but the babysitter doesn't believe her, even when one of them bites her and with the girl listing off an amazing amount of details on each one. After putting the biting-Barbie back, they don't lock the case.
They all escape. The babysitter thinks its a prank until she finds a bunch of ID's, belonging to other girls her age. When she goes to find the girl, she finds the Barbies all set up in the living room. Then they all turn to face her and attack. The babysitter finds the girl hiding in a closet, while the Barbies attack and try to burst through the door. The babysitter said that she would go find help, while hugging the little girl, only to hear her begging not to leave her alone, she's always left alone, please don't leave her. Pan away, come back, the babysitter is a Barbie. Dun, dun, dunnn!
My Barbies, like most Barbies, had long blond hair- like the babysitter. I also had one that resembled the biting-Barbie. It's no wonder I was terrified to sleep in my room when they were all stored in the chest during my dad's off week, now is it?