People who did not know me when I was younger would probably be very surprised to know I was all about the dolls. I had every single barbie accessories you could possibly imagine. From wheelchairs to jello I had it all. I also had two life size baby dolls named Emily and Amanda. I dressed them every morning, fed them three meals a day, and put them to sleep at night.
When I was in second grade we lived in O'Neill. It was a completely perfect white Christmas. I woke up at a ridiculous time, like 5:30, and my Mom made me stay in my room until my brother and sister were up and we could walk down to the living room together.
When we were finally lined up single file in chronological order, leaving me at the back of course, we ran to the living room.
It was completely filled with presents as usual. I went to my pile. Santa always left all of our presents and stockings in our own individual piles. My stocking had my very own can of black olives and a whole bag of Harvest Cheddar
Sunchips, my two favorite foods.
My brother and sister brought in our Cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate after stockings and before presents. We all got along the whole day which never, ever happens.
I got a barbie house that folded into a suitcase and a boy doll.... he was
really a boy.
That was the last Christmas before my parents got divorce and the only time a remember my whole family getting along. It was really fun ( not that I don't love fighting with my brother, I really really do).
