<p>evitajr and Tookie,
no wonder you didn’t forget those events - that’s why kids always say, “It’s not fair!” I wonder if the kids that benefitted from those events remember them with guilt. Hope so. And those Barbie stealers too! My dad sold mine at a yard sale after I had moved out. He never asked if I wanted them or kept a couple for me, he just sold them all.</p>
<p>Fendergirl, your post made me burst out laughing, even though I am ashamed to be laughing when the subject matter is that your father had a broken leg. </p>
<p>I’m guessing he gave up after that?</p>
<p>I never had any Barbies and never wanted any, being the tomboy type. I longed to have a horse, but my parents just couldn’t afford it. I read horse books, drew horses, watched the Kentucky Derby every year on TV. One time when I was, I believe, in 5th grade, a classmate invited me to her house to ride her horse. I was so excited. She said she and her mom would pick me up after school. I rushed home and changed my clothes. Then I stood at the end of my long driveway, anxiously waiting. She never came. The next day at school she never even mentioned it, and I was too embarrassed to say anything.</p>
<p>The funny thing is, a few years ago I ran into her at our high school reunion. She said hello and asked if I remembered the time I came over to her house and rode her horse! I just smiled. What could I say?</p>
<p>If anyone DID these awful things, time to fess up, were you the mean girl? Did you steal barbies? Huh?</p>
<p>We will be kind, but wouldn’t it be GREAT to get that guilt off your chest, come on…don’t be shy or embarrassed!!</p>
<p>my neighbor and I had the ultimate barbie “games” as avid readers, our Barbie’s lives were out of historical fiction and were grand adventures. I can remember working on trades for dolls or clothes over weeks…since her mom served no sugar, I could always close the deal by tossing in a few cookies ;)</p>
<p>Once I was at another friends house, they were a large, messy, high spirited catholic family with lots of kids and great adventures, but they were not Barbie connoisseurs…they were amateurs in our book! So, as I am at this fun house I run across my neighbor’s most halod Barbie, the one she loved more than any other, the one she would not consider trading. I took custody of it right then and there, but…I gave it back to my neighbor, no sneaky deals, I was tempted to keep it for a while or offer to trade it, but was too important to mess with and we were good friends! Ah, but I did reserve the right to play with that doll once a week 
I cannot fathom those mean people taking all of some one else’s toys!!!</p>