I have always loved dolls, all kinds of dolls, not just Barbies. Every once in a while I would change their outfits.
I never wanted mine to look like that so they stayed on the shelf where everyone could see them. Not after seeing the condition of some of my friends' Barbies. I didn't play with mine because I didn't want to mess them up. Recalling this has me thinking that I should dig out an old Barbie, drop her from my drone, and video her potentially fatal plunge from an aerial perspective for all the world, or at least me, to see. Although she was wearing a little Mae West (which in Barbie world should be called a "Barbie"), that doesn't help if the winds are carrying you 500 scale miles across a lake full of razor teethed killer whales that look a lot like Pike or Muskie. I dropped her from kites, also wrapped in parachutes, accidentally drowning one in Lake Michigan.
Fetching her back often required climbing skills or tremendous patience, with leaves and bodies falling from the trees in autumn. I launched her across the yard with a trebuchet, or hurled her skyward in model rockets (which left her rather sooty and stinky), wrapped in parachutes I sewed myself. I'm not sure what kind of drama little girls put their dolls through, besides cutting off all their hair and crying because it didn't grow back.
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