When we was young...
Mom insisted this morning that, since it's a holiday, I should do something productive, "like, for example, cleaning out these boxes that have been hanging around in my room since eight years ago!"
Turns out those boxes contained all my Barbie&Ken&Shelly collection. I have spent all morning sorting out shoes by pairs, dressing Barbies (most were naked, how typical is that?), organising swimming pools, houses, jeeps, cars, cribs, toilets, toys, dogs, horses,... Shit, did I really have all of this?! One of my Kens even was a baywatch dude, complete with the jet ski.
She wants me to throw it all away. The child that I still am (even at 22 years old, god) wants to hug all those Shelly's and friends to my chest and hide them where she can't find them. That's my childhood, dude!!!!!
