MY FIRST BARBIE

This is a remarkable story about a doll’s triumph over loneliness and poverty in spite of the fact that she was living with a traitor. Ultimately, this is a story about friendship.

My family didn't have a lot of money when I was growing up and I really wanted a husband for my imitation Barbie doll. My friend had a Suntan Malibu Barbie and an RV but I was content with my imitation Barbie. All I wanted was a husband for my doll and I was particularly impressed with a GI Joe my brother owned. I asked my brother to give me his GI Joe since he was getting older and losing interest in his toys. Instead of giving me this GI Joe, the traitor decided that my cute green-eyed friend with all her fancy toys was worthy of owning his GI Joe instead of his sister with her peasant toys.

I felt terrible for my lonely Barbie. As it was, she already had a low self esteem being hollow and an imitation doll. I had to do something for her that would boost her sense of worth so I saved up my candy money and purchased another highly flammable $.90 imitation Barbie doll from the corner Bodega. I took my imitation Barbie home, cut her hair, popped her boobs in and made some man clothes for this highly flammable, transvestite Barbie and Voilaaaaaaaa, I finally had a husband for my doll. Memories of the wedding ceremony still warm my heart till this day.

In time, both my doll and her transvestite husband had tragically and mysteriously disappeared and I was devastated. I suspected the traitor that lived in my house had something to do with their disappearance.

My green-eyed friend felt bad for me and gave me all of her toys since like my brother, she had lost interest in toys. I cherished my new Suntan Malibu Barbie, her GI Joe husband and the RV they lived in.

I eventually passed these toys on to my younger sister, Cyndi. By the time Cyndi inherited Malibu Barbie, she was old and handicapped. The fingers on Barbie’s right hand and the toes on her left foot were lost throughout the years. Despite her deformities, Barbie was deeply loved. Cyndi thought Barbie was the most beautiful handicapped Barbie in the world and Barbie was always in her arms. When my old friend, Barbie, passed in 1988, she left the world handicapped and with a severe case of matted hair but she still wore a smile on her face.