As instructed I was trying to reconnect with my younger self by examining a 1964 Christmas photo with a magnifying glass when I saw her lying under the tree. Barbie. I haven’t thought about that doll in years. She turned 50 last month. I’ll be fifty next year. We are contemporaries who share cultural and.
As the third born of four children in our family I grew up well acquainted with sibling rivalry. Slammed doors, stolen clothes and bathroom takeovers were routine. Despite many utterances of “That’s mine” and “It’s my turn” to this day all our battles have been minor, and we would still choose each others company over.