I spent my childhood as a Barbie kid.

Apparently, I'm going to spend my 2nd childhood that way, too.

My mother bought me my first brunette ponytail doll around 1960.

Since then, I have "grown out" of Barbie and come back to her several times.

Barbie doesn't mind, she is a patient friend,

she waits for as long as it takes for an old friend to come back around.