My fake Barbie

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

I asked Mom for a Barbie doll, and she went out and bought an imitation, Barbie.

I was clearly disappointed, but as a good girl, I thanked my Mom. I could hardly protest at the tender age of nine.

Nevertheless, the first thing to go was her hair. Her head was patchy and messy. Then her clothes began to fade in color. It was all so disappointing but I got to go out and buy some doll clothes as replacements for the faded ones. That was my Mom’s way of making things better.

Then, as time went by and her hair all fell out, it wasn’t so bad. I got a major haircut around the same time and the genius as I am, I made my little fake Barbie, a wig from my hair.

It was cool.

She was a white doll with black curl hair. She was my mixed chick. My white and black friends were envious because my doll sported a black afro.

Yes!!!

I don’t know what happened to her, but she was my friend for a long time until I started on comic books, and then I forgot all about my little fake Barbie Frankenstein.